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fallinfl0wers · 3 years

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love stories with some genshin boys i thought of while listening to my playlists

includes: aether (210 words), xiao (261 words), scaramouche (277 words) and albedo (307)

warnings (?): spoilers of ‘we will be reunited’, english is not my native language and uhh idk what else, idk really know what these are, headcanons ?? snippets ?? also not beta read and not edited.

it’s long so uhhh i’ll add a cut somewhere

anyway enjoy!! ...whatever this is i guess

Aether

Falling in love with Aether is like a fun adventure. He, being always the center of attention and the protagonist no matter where he goes, is a free spirited, kind and hardworking man.

Throughout your time travelling and being in a relationship together, you’ll find that your relationship with the Honorary Knight is one of sweet kisses under the sunlight; innocent handholding while thinking up of what to make for dinner tonight; of easily talked out arguments and finding ways to compromise; of softly pushing each other to become a better version of themselves and, most of all, of supporting and having each other’s backs no matter what.

And when Aether confronts the Abyss Princess face to face for the first time and his world comes crashing down on him, this trait of your relationship shines like no other, as you hold him in your arms after everything was over during the night, Paimon sleeping soundly next to the both of you inside your improvised campsite.

“Even though I’m not sure what -or who- I should believe anymore, I... I know I want to see this journey to the end, and I want you to be there with me for it. Let’s be together until the last moment and beyond.”

Songs:

Snow Fairy - Funkist

Snowing, be honest with yourself and smile When two people are getting closer, time overlaps Fairy, where are you going I will gather all the light and shine it on your tomorrow

Still Lonely - SEVENTEEN

This cursed popularity. Why won’t it leave me? But why am I getting lonelier The early morning chill makes me feel Even lonelier today I feel completely empty, as if I’m empty

Kanpeki Gu~ no ne - Watarirouka Hashiritai

I'm at a loss for words, with this and that, I'm totally in love with you Someday, I want do the same to you: Watch you flounder, At a loss for words right back to me!

Side by Side - The8 from SEVENTEEN

I want to hold hands with you but I don't know what to do what to do oh baby I want to give all my heart to you but You still don't know what's in my heart

Hope - Namie Amuro

At the end of this blue, wide world there's a place I want to aim at with you We chose this long ago for eternity

Xiao

Falling in love with Xiao is like living a bittersweet dream. The Vigilant Yaksha is far from human, or so he says, and thus is out of touch with the way we mortals experience feelings, both the negative and positive ones.

Your relationship with him is one of compassion, mutual understanding, appreciation and patience. So, so much patience. Of intertwined pinkies and soft stolen glances, of shy smiles and comfortable silence sometimes filled with your voice chatting time away and his short responses to your talks.

I mentioned patience. He knows you’re making an enormous effort to try and understand him and be patient with him and his slow learning process of how relationships work, so it’s only fair that he makes a true effort to understand you and your feelings.

Xiao is well aware that he could hurt you without wanting to, be it with his blunt phrasing of his thoughts or his Karmic Debt, as much as he is aware that you will eventually pass away and leave him behind to go somewhere he can’t follow, and that undeniable truth haunts him every second of every day he gets to spend with you. And still, he wishes and wants and does cherish each and every warm, kind feeling he gets every single second you’re together nonetheless.

“I might not know what to make of these new feelings you gave me. But I’ll learn. I promise I’ll learn, so please... don’t go, not yet. Let me treasure you and carve you into my memory for as long as I can.”

Songs:

Euphoria - BTS

I don't know what this emotion is Perhaps this is also the inside of a dream A dream is the blue mirage of the desert Deep inside of me, a priori I become happy to the point of being unable to breathe The surroundings, bit by bit, become clearer

Fallin’ Flower - SEVENTEEN

While flower blooms and falls, scars cure and buds shoot We are living our first and last moment So I won’t take you for granted Because you loved me as I am

Fear - SEVENTEEN

Get out my mind I can't handle it, I'm afraid of myself The truth has me tied up My heart is tainted I'm afraid it'll eventually change you too

The Truth Untold - BTS, Steve Aoki

It’s my fate Don’t smile to me Light on me Because I can’t get closer to you There’s no name you can call me

You know that I can’t Show you me Give you me I can’t show you a ruined part of myself Once again I put a mask on and go to see you But I still want you

Tiny Light - Akari Kitō

Because you colored my unchanging monochromatic days Even the blurred darkness gained meaning

Still, hidden in this heart, these feelings of preciousness so strong that they hurt I just want to convey these feelings to only you before they disappear someday

Scaramouche

Falling in love with Scaramouche is like constantly playing a game. He’s strict, demanding, disagreeable, and widely disliked by enemies and allies alike. Still, he has a heart too; and he holds desires and hopes deep inside of it, although most of them are fueled by the unchanging curiosity he has towards the world around him, curiosity to know what he can get out of whatever the world wants to throw at him.

You were no exception to that rule, at first.

When he met you he wanted to get something from you. And you knew it from the start, just as he knew that you knew. And that didn’t change anything, at first.

Your relationship with him is one of dangerously playful, yet still light-hearted games of seduction, teasing and deceit; of secret kisses exchanged in expensive private rooms in restaurants or the cozy warmth of your home, of an unspoken shared respect and, most of all, complete, mutual devotion.

You know Scaramouche is not a good man. He has done many, many unspeakable things in his life as one of the Eleven, and he knows he’s far from being the perfect charming prince you could aim for, but he will never let you go. Because behind those hardened walls of egocentrism and pride, you saw what no one else bothered to see. You saw him, not the role he was playing, you saw him and fell in love with him.

“To be honest, I don’t think I could find anyone else who understands me as much as you do. And no, I’m not saying this because I want something, give me some more credit, geez...”

Songs:

soldier game - µ’s

You'll come with me, yes? You've grown curious about my touch, yes? Then it's already love Since you're someone I must meet in battle someday, That might just be your reason It's soldier game Though we've met again, I'm soldier heart

Kowareyasuki - Guilty Kiss

Just stop it already and show your heart only to me I love your eyes that are about to cry And your defenseless, clumsy way of living too (...) The hesitation you convey makes my chest hurt Some people just don't know what such kindness is But then I discover the truth When we got together, you don't have to endure anymore Right now, show your grief only to me I like that you think too much The complete opposite of me

Shhh - SEVENTEEN

Don't think of all these as your mere illusion They're not lies that follow the moment No one can underestimate it, my feelings are an ignition 'Cause I'm always the same Me and you, we got hurt by the lies that we won't ever work But it's fate

(...)

So I can cover you from danger A consented dedication

(...)

It's as natural as breathing An everlasting dedication

Good to me - SEVENTEEN

Yeah, when you were making that sign in my heart It was a long time since my firewall broke down Pass with the password What in the world do you know about me? Are my deep feelings seen by you?

Hiraishin - Keyakizaka46

(To trust is to be betrayed, to open one’s heart is to get hurt So to avoid being struck by lightning-like sorrow…)

Which side am I picking? Ah, these values are hard to handle That’s why I won’t stop watching over you Positive positive positive You should just be yourself… I can forgive whatever absurdities you pull off I’ll support you without being noticed Even when you get nitpicked I’ll be your companion Let us now promise to live an unremarkable life hereafter What we have here is the lightning rod of love

Albedo

Falling in love with Albedo is a fairy tale-like experience for both of you. His attention had always been focused on his research, everything else fading into the background save for a few exceptions, until you came around. You, who stole all his attention by just existing.

As an alchemist, he’s naturally the curious type. He wanted to know what about it had caught his attention, what was so special about you that had him clinging to your every word and movement every time you interacted with him. Still, human relationships are hard for him, and he figured you might go away the second he started to feel burnt out from your interactions. But you didn’t. Instead, you stayed. You stayed and took interest on what he did, asked questions, gave your insight, and dragged him to sleep when he needed a break. In exchange, he did the same for you.

Your relationship with Albedo is like one of those awkwardly sweet first time crushes. Of carefully calculated movements, dates and compliments, of soft kisses on lips, hands and cheeks, of mutual support, understanding and mature compromising and commitment.

The Kreideprinz, like everyone else, has his own fears and insecurities, especially regarding his... nature, but he does his best not to let them affect the relationship he has with you. Each moment spent by your side, even when he’s not actively doing any research, is considered perfectly spent, meaningful time.

“A long time ago, I was tasked with finding out the meaning of this world. Though I have directed my efforts and resources to looking for the answer through alchemy, ever since we met I... think, I’ve found an unexpected conclusion to said issue. While it’s likely that this is not the answer expected from me, I’m positive that, at least personally, I finally have the answer.”

Songs:

Futari Saison - Keyakizaka46

In the wind blowing through the city’s streets, even though I caught whiff of something’s scent, I had no interest in looking back

In a 1m radius around me, I formed an invisible barrier to another world And yet, you took someone like me out of it

What made you do that?

Home - SEVENTEEN

What can I do? Without you I’m just an old robot, my heart stops and it’s always cold What can we do? Without me You’ll struggle just as much, so what can we do?

Baby, I want to cherish our warmth So no one can come between us

Flower - SEVENTEEN

You taught me, you showed me You’re my only reason If you can forever remember me I can get hurt, I can get hurt

My heart that’s engraved with your light Makes me stronger Give me your sharp thorns Cause you’re my flower

Oh my! - SEVENTEEN

Sorry for repeating the same thing But this is all I can try using hard words But my true feeling is this, every everything

(...)

How about you? Is it hard for you to sleep because of me too? If you keep making my heart flutter What do I do?

Naze koi wo shite konakattan darou? - Sakurazaka46

Why hadn't I fallen in love? I've been making fun of it all this time I mean everyone keeps saying 'I love you' just like cats in heat But after falling in love I realized what people live for To meet, to love, to the point of nothing but... I'm not myself, I want to find my true self.

#xiao x reader #aether x reader #scaramouche x reader #albedo x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin impact headcanon #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #first post yay #why is albedo's so long tho he's not even my favorite out of them lol #melodywritings #fluff #genshin impact x reader #melwritesgenshin

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caramelcal · 3 years

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heartbreak girl

Word Count: 2.7k

a/n: ik i have requests to write (i am writing them don’t worry !) but i got super inspired when i was listening to my bbys 5sos

the luke hemmings / luke patterson comparison videos ive seen are my favourites, love it when two fandoms collide lollll

disclaimer: i do not condone plagiarism on my work at all, this has not been posted on any other platforms, or on tumblr anywhere else but my account (rosemoonmist) if you see anyone plagiarizing mine (or anyone else’s work for that matter) please inform the rightful author ! thank you lovelies x

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You call me up It's like a broken record Saying that your heart hurts That you'll never get over him getting over you And you end up crying And I end up lying 'Cause I'm just a sucker for anything that you do

You couldn’t stop playing the video. Ever since it was sent you from a random number, you couldn’t stop crying. The video was barely ten seconds long, but it was ten seconds that broke your heart. There your boyfriend was, clear as day, kissing a girl that wasn’t you.

It isn’t long before you heard the front door open and slam behind someone, reminding you of who you told to come over. Luke, your best friend since you guys met in the sandpit at six years old. When he accidentally pushed you in, so you kicked him in the nuts. You guys had been inseparable ever since.

Luke was your best friend, and you were his. You guys had been through everything together. When he first learned guitar, when you did gymnastics, when he joined a band, when you guys first went to high school, and now, your first heartbreak.

“y/n?” He calls from downstairs, looking around the dark room. He had learned from a young age to just come into your house without knocking, your house was his second home after all.

Of course, you do have a few female friends that you could have called but none of them knew you as well as Luke did and you knew Luke would be there with you through everything. He would understand. He would comfort you better than any girl ever could. You walked down the stairs, trying to keep your sobs in but once you caught eyes with Luke, the tears started to fall.

“Luke,” You let out, looking at the boy barely keeping yourself together.

“y/n/n, what’s wrong?” Luke questions, eyes wracking over your defeated posture before looking up at your puffy red eyes. It was clear you had been crying, but why?

“He- he-,” You cut yourself short, letting back a choked sob as you land at the bottom of the stairs, Luke walking closer to you, his face looking at you with concern, “Luke he was with another girl, he cheated-”

Mind wracking back over the video, you broke down into tears, falling into Luke’s now open arms. Suddenly, once you're in the arms of your best friend all of your walls come crashing down and you start to cry louder, letting out every emotion you felt that night. The sadness, betrayal, and overall heartbreak.

Luke holds the back of your head soothingly as you cry into his chest, playing softly with the hair on your head. By this point, he is supporting all of your weight but he doesn’t mind as he lifts you over to the couch, allowing you to continue crying in a more comfortable position than the awkward standing position you were in moments before.

Whilst Luke was sad hearing you cry, he was overcome with anger. The fact that the scum would cheat, on you of all people. You were amazing, perfect even, so why would someone ever give away the chance of being with you? He knew he wouldn’t. Luke knew how much you loved and cared for the boy, Jack, and to see him cheat on you, he couldn’t help but be furious.

If he was being honest, the thing he wanted more than anything right now was to hook him right in the face. Punch him right where he stood, busting open his face so that no other girl would ever want to kiss him again. It’s what he deserves. Luke knew he was probably being a bit overprotective, but that didn’t matter to him, what mattered was that you were okay right now.

The last thing you needed in your state of fragility was Luke leaving you by yourself to set into the dickhead. Oh no, that could be done another time when you weren’t crying. What you truly needed right now was his comfort, so that’s what he gave you. He held you close, not even saying anything but hugging you closely, silently reminding you that he was here for you and always would be as you softly lulled into a sleep.

And when then phone call finally ends You say "Thanks for being a friend" And I'm going in circles again and again

I dedicate this song to you The one who never sees the truth That I can take away you hurt Heartbreak girl Hold you tight straight through the daylight I'm right here, when you gonna realise That I'm your cure? Heartbreak girl

Walking down the hall, Luke’s eyes catch onto you. Even though he’s been with you all weekend, comforting you after the video you saw on Friday, just looking at you is a sad reminder of how you are doing. A frown has fallen onto your face whilst you look over at something. Following your gaze, Luke finds him, Jack, with his arm wrapped around the girl in the video.

He wants to punch that stupid smirk off Jack’s face, then they’ll see who’s truly laughing. When Luke’s eyes drift back over to you, he feels his stomach dropping slightly. The look in your gaze makes you look broken, eyes conveying a sense of vulnerability that Luke didn’t think was possible. Maybe it’s just because Luke knows you better and knows how to read you better than everyone else, but he notices all of the changes in you. He sees how your eyes lacked the sparkle they usually had, your usual smile not present, even your outfit seemed a little dull. Nonetheless, you’re still gorgeous, Luke thinks so, but you look different; less lively.

All of this heartbreak just because of a stupid boy. One stupid hard-headed jock that doesn’t know how to truly value the important things in his life. The stupid jock that didn’t know how much you were truly worth.

Luke knows he could treat you so much better if you just gave him the chance to. If you looked his way instead of Jack’s. He would hold you close and never let you go, let you know just how much you meant to him and those truly important around you. He would watch you like the only person in the world because you were the only one that mattered.

He doesn’t even realize he was staring at you until he hears a cough sound from behind him as Reggie puts an arm over his shoulder, smirking, “You’re staring, pal.”

Luke, who’s eyes briefly glanced over towards Reggie when the bassist spoke, glanced back at you quickly, sighing lightly in relief when he realizes you didn’t notice him staring at you. He shrugs half-heartedly, not noticing the knowing look that Reggie gives him as he speaks, “I can’t, Reg. I’m not supposed to like her like this, she’s my best friend.”

“Best friend or not, I see the way you look at her, everyone does but her,” Reggie says before patting his friend on the back.

“She still likes him Reg, and I’ve known her since we were six. She’s been in so many relationships yet she fell for the stupid jock,” Luke says, shaking his head as his fists clench at his sides. He doesn’t realize but his face contorts into anger, making Reggie smirk, “she deserves so much better. She deserves someone who’s going to appreciate her. Someone who will show her how much she means to them-”

“Someone like you?” Reggie asks, making Luke glance at him with an annoyed expression, huffing. Reggie shrugs his shoulders, “Just saying man if anyone knows y/n it’s you. You just gotta be there for her and she’ll realize how much you mean to her. I mean, everyone thinks you guys are meant for each other, soon she’ll see that too.”

I bite my tongue But I wanna scream out You could be with me now But I end up telling you what you wanna hear But you're not ready And it's so frustrating He treats you so bad and I'm so good to you, it's not fair

And when the phone call finally ends You say "I'll call you tomorrow at 10" And I'm stuck in the friendzone again and again

Luke is frustrated. It has been two weeks since his conversation with Reggie, and the hope Reggie had given him for pursuing a relationship was surely fizzling out. Reggie was wrong, that’s what Luke thought anyway. Not only had you not realized how much Luke was bending his back for you, going out of his way to comfort you, being there for you 24/7, you had been so utterly stupid. Jack had given you the most insincere apology known to man, and you were meeting up with him for a date.

It had been forty-seven minutes since you had left, not that Luke was counting or anything and he still hadn’t heard a word from you. No text, no call, nothing. Jack was probably taking up all of your attention with his boring jock stories or his lame jokes. He probably didn’t even compliment you when you arrived and that was practically criminal.

You had been all dressed up when you left, not that Jack would have even noticed, but Luke did. He noticed the way the outfit you wore looked perfect on you, complimenting everything about you and most importantly, how confident you felt in it. You deserved more than a boy that wouldn’t even tell you that you were pretty, Luke knew that, he just wished you did too.

He paces around his room, feet aggressively hitting the ground. He wanted to punch something, to let out all of the anger and frustration that was itching, begging to be released. Yet, his anger was cut short when he heard his phone start to ring.

“Hello?”

“Lu?” Your voice sounded through his phone, ringing in his ears.

“Y/n?” Luke said in confusion, eyes glancing up at the time, “Aren’t you supposed to be on your date?”

You hesitate to answer, a complete silence hanging in the air until your light sniffles sound through the phone, “He didn’t show, Lu. M-My mom dropped me off, I don’t have my car. Can you come pick me up?”

“I’ll be there in 10, stay there y/n/n.”

Luke ran out of the house.

I know someday it's gonna happen And you'll finally forget the day you met him Sometimes I'm so close to confession I gotta get it through your head That you belong with me instead

Luke couldn’t help but smile at you, hazel eyes meeting your e/c eyes as he strung his guitar expertly. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for you to be at band practices, actually, you were at a large amount of them. It was normal for you to watch the band, well that’s what you said you were doing, but you were only really looking at Luke.

You didn’t play any musical instruments properly, but you could play a little guitar from what Luke had taught you. You remembered his teaching you, arms wrapped around you, hands guiding your fingers onto the different frets, playing different cords. He didn’t give up when you messed up, and instead, he smiles and shows you again, your back flushed against his chest.

It was no secret that you always enjoyed watching their band practice and perform, but it was different this time because they had gotten you to stop thinking about Jack. This was the first day that you didn’t feel miserable and instead felt happy in their presence. It was the first day that your gleaming smile returned, one that all members of the band had missed.

Soon enough, they were finished, congratulating each other on how well they played with large smiles.

“We’re gonna sound great at the rally!” Reggie says, flipping his bass down to his side so he didn’t have to hold it as he gave Luke a high five before turning to Alex, all of them breathing heavily with huge smiles.

“Of course, we’re still finishing with the other song, right?” Alex asked, eyes looking over at Luke for approval. He nodded his head, making you look at them in confusion.

“What other song?”

Luke glanced over to you, walking closer before kneeling beside you, guitar still in his hand, smirking “Can’t tell you, it’s a surprise.”

You groaned lightly, flinging your head back before giving the boy your puppy eyes, “Please? I won’t tell.”

He laughed lightly, shaking his head at you. Over the years, he had often been the victim to your puppy eyes, and whilst he often found them irresistible, he knew he couldn’t tell you this secret. He playfully slapped you on the arm, “Get those puppy eyes away, they’re not gonna work today.”

“Fine,” you grumbled, standing up before you stood up alongside Luke, who slung an arm over your shoulder. You guys shared a look, almost communicating through your eyes, something that you guys had gotten freakishly good at since you were kids.

“So, who wants to go grab a smoothie?” Luke said, turning his attention towards the rest of the band as you jumped on his back, ready to leave practice for smoothies.

Soon enough, the rally at school came and the students surround the stage that the band was playing on. You stood at the back, proudly watching them as they played. Their most recent song blasts through the halls, exciting the students more than you had seen for the previous people on stage, even Dirty Candy. Sweat drips off of them, lights blazing down on them with intensity.

Eyes looking at Luke, you see him jump around when he sings and it brings a smile to your face. You knew this was their surprise song, the song that they were ending with because it was an unfamiliar tune, but one that Luke was pouring every feeling into as he sang the lyrics.

Suddenly, he’s no longer playing his guitar and it’s hanging on the strap by his side, mic detached from the stand and he’s making his way off of the stage and running through the crowd. You’re astonished, not only because Luke is running off stage, but that it somehow isn’t affecting his vocals.

Everyone seems to knowingly make a path for him to run through, almost as if they know where he is going to. Your eyes stay on him as he comes through the crowd, slowing down to a walk as he begins to sing again,

“I dedicate this song to you The one who never sees the truth That I can take away you hurt Heartbreak girl

Hold you tight straight through the daylight I'm right here, when you gonna realise That I'm your cure? Heartbreak girl.”

His eyes meet yours when he is standing barely feet away from you. His hair is messed up, dripping with sweat but you barely notice. When he stops singing, he lifts the mic away from his face and holds it down away from both of your faces so that it can’t pick up what you’re saying.

People start to talk between themselves, all of them staring at you and Luke standing barely a foot apart, eyes gazing into one another but you don’t notice because you’re too busy looking at Luke. You’re speechless, heart racing faster than you thought humanly possible, with lips slightly apart before he whispers to you, “This is for you, my heartbreak girl.”

Then, his free hand makes its way up and cups your cheek, and his lips connect with yours.

#luke patterson #luke julie and the phantoms #luke patterson x reader #jatp #julie and the phantoms #julie and the phantoms x reader #charlie gillespie #julie and the phantoms luke #charlie gillespie x reader #charlie gillespie x y/n #luke patterson x y/n #luke jatp

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fandom-collective-writers · 4 years

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Reader x Jihyun Kim {MysMes} - Letters to Heal a Broken Heart

Title: Letters to Heal a Broken Heart Fandom: Mystic Messenger Character: Jihyun Kim Genre: bittersweet? romance Warnings: spoilers for his good ending! Intended Gender Audience: Neutral Audience Word Count: 2040 words POV: second person Other comments: no smut but im proud of this! please note that everything with the push back is a letter! i think its pretty clear, but i wanted to make sure it’s understood <3 Written by: @mythiica Req:

Dear –

I’ll admit, it feels a bit strange writing a letter for you, but my therapist recommended it. He told me to explain my emotions with words, saying it would help me become more confident.

See, the reasoning behind it, at least from what I remember, is that there is no pressure to think quickly. Writing allows a flow, a sense of movement between the words before you pick which one you wish to use. Talking is different because it follows a completely contrasting rhythm. To keep a conversation going, you have to speak rather quickly so the person stays engaged in the topic.

It’s all really interesting, and my therapist has given me a book over the fundamentals of other practices like this. I read half of it on the plane to Japan.

To clarify, I’m writing this from my hotel room in Tokyo. I landed a few hours ago and the jet lag has yet to hit me, so I decided to take advantage of this time to write.

I think you’d like it here – the sakura are in full bloom and I have three days dedicated to photographing the sea of pinks as they ripple in the wind. Until now, I’ve only seen pictures of the famous parks, and I never thought that I would be able to witness them in person.

I didn’t think I’d

I never conside

Ah, I should mention, I’m not allowed to erase or cross out sentences I start. Another confidence booster? It’s a bit sillier, but it’s meant to force me to say what is on my mind, rather than letting it fester. I’ll try again:

During my years under Mint Eye, my vision was narrowed, and I had only one duty. However, I am learning to broaden my horizons and expand my mind to encompass everything. The urge to explore bubbles in my chest, waiting for the moment to come out. There are so many chances to do anything, and I’ve got all the time to do all of it.

I’ve also realized that I went over my word limit. I have to stick to 300 words or under. Confidence booster #3! Express yourself with less words. Take a guess of how many times I’ve opened the thesaurus, looking for better synonyms for words? At least seven times in the past five minutes. It’s crazy!

For now, I’ll sign this off and try better next time.

よりご多幸を祈って

Jihyun Kim

PS, I’m practicing my Japanese! That says best wishes… I think.

नमस्कार

Hello and greetings from India! I took a long nap on the plane, and forgot to write. Although I’m only passing through, I ate some delicious food (that I should really try to replicate for you). India is absolutely beautiful – from the sunrises to the bustling markets to the colorful fabrics hung at every corner. I’ll inhale the air and smell six things at once, albeit, not all of them are the best, but I embrace it nonetheless.

More about what I’ve been doing: funnily enough, my phone died on the bus ride, but I made a new friend named Sunmi, and she was kind enough to lend me her charging cable. Instead of ending the interaction there, we spoke for a few hours at least. I learned she was traveling with her friends on a photography excursion. She gave me all the information, and I’d like to look into it when I have wifi again.

You wouldn’t believe what they’ve seen! Last year they went to Antarctica through South America. She got to pet a penguin! Apparently the company also takes people to Greenland and New Zealand – some places I’ve been dreaming of visiting since I was a young boy.

I’ll use my last 100 words to mention that… I’ve gotten a bit homesick. I miss the RFA – well, the people from the RFA minus…

Don’t tell Jumin about the company though, he’ll insist on flying me around with his private jet. I want to experience for myself. Saeyoung is somehow messaging me when I don’t have service? I don’t… understand. Anyways, I also saw Zen landed a huge international role (someone had a magazine on the plane). Otherwise, I hope Jaehee and Yoosung are well. And Elizabeth the 3rd of course. Send them my wishes.

I didn’t forget about you though! The keychain you gave me reminds me of home every day. It might have lost an eye, but I found a button and stitched it on. And I also wanted to ask you–

Ah, I’m over again.

Next time.

Jihyun Kim

Iyi günler! I am in Turkey now and actually writing this on a boat. The sun is setting over the horizon, making the sky change colors with every passing minute. It’s breathtaking, but I wish you were here with me. The other passengers and I take turns standing at the front of the boat, and I sometimes linger, trying to take pictures.

Good news! My vision is getting better. I’ve been taking some Greek herbal remedies, and the seem to be helping. Either that, or they have a wonderful placebo effect. Has that ever happened to you? To think something is working, but you’re just imagining things?

I apologize, maybe that stirred bad memories for you.

Back to Turkey: I stepped out of my comfort zone and spent a night camping. Honestly? I was terrified of doing so, but now I want to do it every night. It is the perfect temperature for hiking, even though I am a bit sunburned.

So many people have been commenting on my hair. Good things mostly, and I started styling it with a bit of gel to keep it out of my eyes. It feels good to look people directly rather than through a curtain.

What are you up to? Hosting anymore parties? I imagine that you are keeping busy, as always of course. My therapist said it would be best to wait messaging you until I return home. I nearly called you a week ago, but I didn’t want to break my vow. It’s like lying to myself, and I know better than that now.

Still, it doesn’t stop me from dreaming.

Sending love,

I’m genuinely angry, but writing to you always calms me. Someone stole my bag – I luckily didn’t have much in it, but your keychain… can you make me a new one please? Now that I don’t have it, it’s almost like I’ve lost a part of you. It hurts a lot, but then I wonder if I am being silly. It’s just a keychain.

Otherwise, France is nice. I didn’t want to go to Paris, so instead I traveled through the countryside to visit a few wineries.

Yes, I did… drink a bit, but I wasn’t impaired when my bag was stolen!

You would laugh at me if I told you what happened, so I will save the story for another time. Before coming to France, I went through Germany and visited some of the most beautiful castles I’ve ever seen. They all looked like they could be straight from a fantasy movie set, and I was convinced one – Neuschwanstein Castle – actually was.

I’ve barely written anything despite so much happening.

I got a haircut (finally), because it was becoming a hassle to tie it back at night.

One evening, I fed some stray cats and they followed me home.

And a drunk (?) tried to play cards with me. But he didn’t have cards. He was dealing an imaginary deck.

Other stories will have to wait until I see you again, and I feel better now. It’s okay to be upset, but it won’t hinder my trip any more.

Je t'aime,

Jihyun

Alaska doesn’t have a night.

That’s not exactly true, but it’s basically true. The hotel has special curtains that block the light, and it is only dark for a few hours.

It has been many miles since I last wrote, but I was caught up in visiting show after event after party after exhibit through America. Their art has given me a new perspective on point of view and emotions, so I hope that the ten camera chips I’ve filled with photographs will be able to convey the same sense of awe.

I’ve also been mistaken for an idol? Like – multiple times. Interesting to say the least, maybe I’ll say yes to the next person that asks. What should my stage name be? I’ll spare you the embarrassment and not share my ideas. They are all very silly and no one would believe me if I told them my name was Cam Ra. Do you get it? It’s bad, I know.

I’ll be returning home soon, unless I get distracted or impulsive and go down to California and Hawaii before coming back. I want to – it doesn’t feel right to return just yet. But that doesn’t mean anything about you!

Really, I think about you and everyone else each day.

Have you met new people? We’ll exchange so many stories…

See you soon,

J K

You pace around, waiting for the last guest on the list to appear. The party started an hour ago, but he still has not arrived. Then again, it has been three months since anyone heard a whisper from V, and you start to lose hope. Swallowing hard, you remind yourself that V is having a wonderful time exploring the world and finding himself.

Taking a handful of your dress, you turn and head through the doors to the main room. Jumin tries to pull Saeyoung away from Longcat, Yoosung explains his most recent surgeries to a group of nurses from his work place, and Jaehee receives many compliments for her majestic cake.

Everyone is happy and has moved on.

You hope V has too.

Maybe all the wishing and praying finally paid off, because you hear his familiar voice calling out behind you. It’s a long shot, but you turn around nonetheless, thinking it is a different guest.

Instead, you see Jihyun, wearing the most dazzling smile you’ve ever seen, running towards you. He’s carrying a folder filled with papers, but that doesn’t stop him from embracing you. He smells rugged, like his voyage has transformed him, but you rather like it.

“Jihyun!” You melt against his hug. “You’re.. Here… you’re here!”

Your squealing draws everyone’s attention, but he focuses on you and only you. “Of course I’m here. I missed you more than I can verbalize.”

His stance is open, welcoming, and confident, much different from two years ago. He is a different person now, brave and proud. Jihyun offers you the folder. It is strange to gift something in the middle of a party, but you accept it anyways, happy he has returned.

Jihyun’s heart races as he explains. “I wrote you letters every time I went somewhere new. These are just a few of them, really I have so many. But each shows something I’ve learned.” He takes a breath and laces his fingers with yours. “This is sudden, and I’m sure you will need time to think about it, but I’m trying something new: asking without being afraid. Over the past two years, I’ve… longed for you. Art has shown me the power of friendship, joy, perseverance, and most importantly, dedication. I want to dedicate my art to you, if you’ll stand by my side.”

You can’t find the words to express yourself because you are so awestruck. He truly has changed, but he has embraced himself and his life. Tears start to roll down your cheeks from the overwhelming surge of emotions. Jihyun brushes them away and presses his forehead to yours.

“I still have much to learn, but I want to do it all with you.”

“I’d like that a lot, Jihyun,” you whisper, captivated by his intense gaze.

“And I can finally say this without fear–”

You tip your head up, and Jihyun kisses you the next moment. His lips are chapped and the warmth radiating from his skin envelops you. He doesn’t need words to communicate it, because you understand perfectly what he is trying to say.

#mysmes #mystic messenger #mysmes v #mysmes jihyun #jihyun kim

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inviouswriting · 4 years

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i think would have asked you to pick all for the writer ask ^^lll but pick the ones you want to answer the most? XD

I think I will do all of them. I was thinking about it myself and feel like it. Thank you for sending this in.

ink: what do you do to “set the mood” when writing?

I start thinking about the setting I want to write before a title or a character pops into mind. It’s why I love one word prompts because they spark off instantly.

pen and paper: do you prefer writing by hand or on a device? why?

Computer. Spell check and punctuation checker. I recently purchased word for my new laptop and it has been so helpful. I rarely write by hand. (I have bad handwriting.)

diary: how many pieces have you written that are just for you or will never see the light of day?

There are a few stories I have written that are personal and keep to myself. Mostly original stories because not a lot of people read my original works. Maybe some day I’ll post them.

journal: do you ever write just so you can enjoy something to read?

All. The. Time. You think I write for just the fandom? I write for myself because I have stories that no one has read. Others have stories I haven’t read before. I love writing as everything comes out different than it was in my head. Like Fire I just posted. I intended that to be longer, but settled for what I wrote here. Simple. I love re-reading my own stuff because it helps me figure out what and where to take the next drabble or story I write.

novella: do you prefer to write short stories, one-shots, or entire novels?

Short stories and one-shots are easier to manage. I wrote for the fandom of Undertale. I had a really popular story I was writing. I had everything planned out, everything going for it. I had daily reviews and the sort. Then it got too much. It felt like a chore than something I wanted to do. I like shorts, they’re fun to write, and I can complete them within a day or a few minutes of sitting down and starting to write. I have a whole novel in my head I want to write. But I just don’t know how the world will perceive it.

pulitzer: tell about/link a piece where you felt your writing was the best.

This would have to be “Heaven” it is a story I wrote for the Bleach fandom. It was my first major focused graphic smut story... (If anyone has figured I am one of those writers. I can write it without problems) It broke me out of the same ol same ol “Hey I just write pwps.” No I write amazing romantic stories now.

genre: what genre do you prefer to write in?

smuts... romance. I am pretty good at them. I can also write horror really well if I ever entertain the dark side enough. My reaper~

narrator: what pov do you like writing in best?

Second and third pov. I can’t stand first person. I feel like I am writing a diary. It feels weird.

backstory: how did you come to love writing?

I am a reader. I love books and spent most of my youth in libraries. I have learned to love the fictional works. Fantasy is my favorite genre to read. (I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.) I started writing I think... around 12. Nothing explicit till maybe... 16-18.

time-lapse: how long have you been writing (as a hobby or for work)?

Since I can remember doing rp stuff. I think 11-12. It’s been like 20 years... (For those curious I am 31.)

characterization: describe your favorite character(s) you’ve written.

I’ll go by fandom where I’ve improved most

FF14. Aymeric is my favorite. I love writing things for him. Close second and growing is Estinien.

Kamigami no asobi - Hades. I love this guy. I learned I can write softly and beautifully.

Bleach - Ulquiorra. There is something about this particular character. I learned and grew as a writer because of Bleach. Ulquiorra is one of my favorite villains to write.

Original work - My reaper Kiya. Kiya Shinikami (My black mage) stems into original works I do work on every so often. She is far from my own personality. I broke the mary sue stereotype with her. Whenever I am unsure of how I want to write for a fandom I do toss her in and see if I can make my writing work. How Trust came around. (I do have a story that would feature her in her full tilt self. Just how to write it.)

carnegie: what authors and/or books/stories have inspired you to write or influenced your work?

When I could start taking note of writing. Susan Fletcher. I enjoyed her Dragon’s milk series. (It’s an older children’s novel. but worth reading.) I enjoy authors like Neil Gaiman, Stephen King, and other fictional independent writers I see on sites and here. No one influences my writing because just like drawing. People need to focus on their own natural style of writing. Even if it is messy and uncoordinated.

faulkner: what tropes do you LOVE writing? which ones are your guilty pleasure?

Femme fatals. I have a soft spot for lovers at first sight...

o’connor: what tropes/genres do you dislike writing?

The “Came from a broken life and is obviously god’s gift to the object of desire” There is having a broken life. Then there is building the work and pulling through it. Going to Kiya here. In her story. She is someone who grew up in Elizabeth Bathory’s home. She was killed for her blood. In the after life. She rose to great heights then fell from her position only to ascend to something. She achieved her greatness through countless struggles and didn’t let her murder constrict how she goes through her life now. She was even Bathory’s reaper when it came time to collect.

dickinson: what insecurities do you have about your own writing? what do you think you should improve on?

Whether or not people truly enjoy my work. I have comprehension problems here and there. Punctuation has never been my best, even through school. I just can’t grasp it like others can. And I fear that is a put off for others.

playlist: what kind of music/songs help you write? do you have a writing playlist?

I tend to listen to trance or “mood” songs. Things that set a mood for the area I write in. If it is something longer than drabbles. Trance or instrumental music is best. (Specially for essay writing.)

record: have you written things based off of songs? do you like to?

I’ve written a few things. I do like writing songs with a music theme to them.

nobel: have you published anything you’ve written? online or irl?

Yes! I am! I am published in an anthology for the pairing Ulquihime. https://www.deviantart.com/157yrs/art/Cross-Your-Heart-398611831 All the proceeds for this anthology are suppose to go to the children’s heart foundation. None of the writers or artists for this anthology make a dime off it. My story is called Ice.

notepad: can you write anywhere or do you have to be in a specific place and mood to write?

Drabbles are spot writing and they’re always on tumblr. I like the blue background as easier to look at than the white of my word.

parchment: how often do you or your personal life influence your writing?

Rarely. I keep my personal life from seeping into my writing. I want to separate myself as much as possible.

dedication: if you were to publish a book or multiple, who would you dedicate the book(s) to?

trope: what’s a pet peeve you have about writing?

How easy it is. People who draw know how hard it is to perfect their skills. Same with writing. It isn’t “magic in words.” It’s time and dedication to improvement just the same. You don’t just wake up and go “I’m going to write the best thing ever.” without references, a thesaurus and dictionary.

input: what’s something you hate that people say to you about writing/your writing?

“ It’s like someone else’s.” I kinda find it impersonal that way as I have strived to stand apart from others. I want to be remembered for me. Not remembered as a copy cat of someone else.

critic: what’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received about writing?

Be patient. It seems like it is hard to do, and yes it is. But spending time to write, and focus on it, keeping a steady patient flow of how you write is crucial so you never get burned out. Also keep prompt blogs and lists saved always. They do help.

mifflin: what do you feel is your strong suit in writing?

Romance. I’ve been told I have a way with words. I just like to write an emotion I try to convey.

houghton: what’s something you love that people compliment your pieces on?

Enjoying my work. compliments and comments tell me I am doing good. Silence kills writers and artists.

This was a bit long but I loved taking a moment to write all this as a way to get to know the person behind the blog. I’m pretty easy going and straightforward.

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2k followers appreciation post💙

I did the appreciation post when I reached 1k probably a year ago. And I feel like I need to write this again, not only because I keep this as part of the memories but also because I regard it as a chance to show my gratefulness to every single one of you who has become my friends or just simply support me, unconditionally. This post will be pretty long I guess. You can just scroll through as long as you feel annoyed. But if you have time, especially those who I will mention later, I hope you can read it word by word, because you guys really take a big part in my life. Without further ado, let’s get started!

I’d love to mention some *old* friends first:

@thomas-partey :

Probably the one that has been there for me from the beginning of this journey? I always enjoy the time when we have talks, Yerika, about Atleti, about life. You are such a sweet and brave person, who will put all your efforts to reach the goals you set for yourself. That’s what I admire A LOT. Although we didn’t talk that much like we used to, because you’re not online pretty often anymore, just want you to know that I’m still here for you, always. And I feel like I’ll write you a message very soon🙈Thank you for always backing me up. Much love to you.💙

@coolsaul :

Awww Julie my superb French bean out there😍 I still remember when I traveled to Paris, I messaged you about some stupid questions like I was so worried that if I couldn’t find the location of Boutique FFF or if I went there and the store was not open etc. But you were so nice and patient to me at that time, and even now you will still answer ALL the things about Les Bleus and even share your amazing memories (like meeting all those French idiots) with me, which makes me feel so so honored and happy. Oh and not to mention how awesome you are as an Atleti’s fan and how ambitious you are as a beautiful lady. Wish everything goes well there in UK. Much love to you💙

And now here comes some *new blood*. I think I’ve talked to more people after World Cup compared to the time before this tournament. The reason? I don’t know. For me, this needs a lot of courage and I’m extremely glad that I sent the simple “hi” message to some of my mutuals (or few of you sent me first), who are all so freaking nice to me. I wrote the order randomly. In case I forgot to mention some of you, I’m truly sorry. It only means that I’m a dumbass and I honestly don’t know how to put my feelings into words. Anyway, I thank all of you a lot. Here we go:

@niguezsaul :

Needless to say, the funniest Colchoneros I could not ask for. When the game is live and you post your live update, it’s really entertaining. Sometimes it could be hilarious, or just so close to the truth. Your love for Atleti is very valuable and precious. Although I believe you’ve experienced the hardness of supporting this color, you will never give up, right? When the next season comes, you’ll definitely witness our spirit by yourself. Trust me, Karo. You won’t regret for being heartbroken for them over and over again. Much love to you💙

@the-place-to-sparkle :

Let me introduce you a sweet, kind, caring and beautiful lady. Her name is Cami. You’d better write it down. Girl, your love for the things you adore is the purest thing on this planet. Not only football, but also the way you dream of living in your life. On this site, there are too much hatred and negative things. But you are never affected by this. You’re always the one who shares positive stuffs, post some good vibes and reblog all those gentle reminders, which are helpful for those who need, including me. What makes you become such a unique person in my heart, is that you never hide the true side of yourself. This is why all of us love you, Cami. We love the real you and you should never change for anyone. Keep on sparkling✨ my lovely bean. Much love to you💙

@diogodxlot :

Okay so please let me say this again, you are so fucking beautiful ngl (Hector should open his eyes honestly😏) I really really love those locksreens you made, all of them. You have a good taste in aesthetic. I hope I can reach 1% of your level😂 And the thing that you said you cannot choose a single player to print on the jersey? That’s the cutest shit ever, Charvi, really. I hope you get yourself a jersey very very soon. Manchester United owes you one. And good luck to the last exam. You’re gonna SMASH IT. Much love to you💙

@lidah-itsme :

The most gorgeous Italian on this planet goes to…. Teresa🥳 You don’t know how much I love the story behind the name “Lidah”. This is not only such a cool thing but also a meaningful way to represent yourself. I love it. Also your love for Liverpool and Trent amazes me every single day. You’re such a nice fan, only focus on your team in a positive way. That’s what we need on this site✊🏻 By the way, I remember you love Eden Hazard, right? Maybe we should talk about how this happens, privately👀 Much love to you 💙

@draxla :

So, Nathália, my Atleti’s and Chelsea’s mutual. Becoming part of the Blues is not in my plan but here I am. And I’m so glad that there is someone who can experience the pain with me🤣 We haven’t talked too much, but I like you and your point of view. Your thoughts are so close to mine most of the times. I feel grateful for that. At here, there are too many different opinions and finding a person who thinks the way we do is such an awesome thing. I believe you can feel it too. Thank you so much for being my friend. Hope our teams still stop disappointing us for the rest of the season🙏🏻😂Much love to you💙

@erikscn :

Let’s first talk about the Gremi thing, joking😜 But this is probably the reason why we started our conversation. So, I guess, thanks to that😂You’re talented in writing. Your work for my boy Paulo is such a beautiful masterpiece. Promise me that you will never stop showing your talent, alright? What I adore you the most, is your personality. Those stories you told me give me clues about which kinds of person you are. And this IS the Greta I LOVE😌 Don’t ever feel that you’re dumb or not good enough. Being who you truly are is the reason why you’re on this post, and he knows it too! Much love to you💙

@holdmyhopeinyourhands :

First of all, thank you for being my coolest mutual askjsanjkn🙈 I honestly never saw anyone shares their deepest thought of players like you do, Mona. Those post you dedicated to specific players are enjoyable to read💞 And your love for PSG and Roma is the most supportive I’ve ever seen. They are lucky to have a fan like you. Never stop doing what you’re doing, including writing the umbrella academy fanfic. You have the rights to decide how to manage your blog and I’ll support you no matter what✊🏻 Much love to you💙

@avsensio :

Who is the funniest person on this site? Lexi. Whose posts always make me choke? Lexi. Who is the master of using memes? Lexi. I’m not going to give more clues about how awesome this girl is🤷🏻‍♀️ I still remember our first talk. It was an unforgettable night for me. After time goes by, we found out so many mutual points, like we are both March baby, our love for France NT and we both adore Lauv’s music etc… the things we share really cannot describe by words🥰 And remember you told me to not stop what I’m doing, to not affected by others? Your words sill impact me nowadays. And now it’s my turn to tell you, do not fucking change yourself for others. Yea it’s impossible to let everyone like you but you will always have my support. ALWAYS✊🏻Much love to you 💙

@fcsonny :

Nicole💞✨ Can’t believe we met on tumblr when you were at Taiwan. I noticed you because you reblogged my post of the football journal and said you are able to understand the content. My first thought was like “oh shit there are people who can understand what I’m rambling in the journal😱” and then I thought “wait you speak Chinese?!?!?😍” so we talked and this is honestly one of the coolest experience ever, not to mention how nice you are to me. Thank you for that and next time when you visit Taiwan for the fourth time, message me in advance so I can show you around👌🏻 Much love to you💙

@paudybalas :

I’ll never ever forget that you came to my ask box and told me I’m the reason why you decided to create a football blog😭That was definitely one of the warmest compliments ever happened in my life. And you know what? You’re meant to become an awesome football blogger. I may inspire you but you are the only one to make your blog perfect and honestly, I feel like a proud mom🙈Those gifs you made are art. Those personal stories we share with each other will forever be part of the memories in my heart. You inspire me as well, Ellie🥰Thanks a lot. Much love to you 💙

@football-laeli :

Don’t want to sound dramatic but you are absolutely one of the sweetest human beings here🤧 Positive vibes only, always trying to convey some good energy and that’s amazing, Janna. Also, I’m so glad that you decided not to hide your support for you club Ajax anymore💞You changed for your boys, is there anything more powerful than this? I guess none. You’re such a sweet lady, and I wish one day all these good things you give us could all go back to you, because that’s what you deserve😉 Much love to you💙

@disappointment-fc :

So, you are a special person to me. First, you support Real Madrid and you once tried to convince me to love Sergio Ramos😂 This...is honestly quite cool and you are a nice madridista, which surprised me the most najksjnjas🙈 Second, you like Jeremy Lin (right?). Please take care of him🙏🏻Third, you are my kid and I’m your mother. You never go to bed on time, which means I could spend more time talking to you so I’ll try not to ask you to sleep early in the future👀Anyways, you’re one of the few that sent me messages first and have always been nice to me since then, including encouraging me when my team falls down. That’s the kindest gesture I could not ask for more. Thank you, Chloe💞✨Much love to you💙

@theblxefox :

I’ll never stop saying how much I thank you for inviting me join the Chelsea family👀🤧 Without you, my love for Kepa would just remain the original level (now it’s unstoppable😏) I love the way you deal with Chelsea’s disaster, being sarcastic but the love is still strong. Also, on this site, you not only care about football, but also global issues, sometimes even political aspects. You are not afraid of speaking your thoughts. Meanwhile, you stay respectful and let others convey their opinions. We need more people like you, Tommer🙏🏻 You’re that kind of person I dream to become. A kind of person who is beautiful both inside and out. Much love to you 💙

@footballgotmeoncrack :

The only person I already met in real life before having a talk online✨ This is not a coincidence, Angie, I always believe it’s not. The story happened between us is the most unique, ever. I remember you because you were nice to me at the stadium, and you are still nice to me, every second since then. Your love for goalkeepers, like Hugo, Gigi and Iker, is so pure and strong. I could not quite understand why goalies needed to be loved before I also become a fan of a goalkeeper. That’s why I admire you a lot, because you already started to protect the most important and underappreciated role on the pitch✊🏻I’m so glad that you’re able to see your team Spurs this summer. I’ll pray for you to get Hugo’s autograph or even a chance to talk to him🙏🏻You deserve it, my bestie. Also, good luck to your studying in advance. Much love to you 💙

@madtimer :

My beloved Taiwanese mutual here🥳 It’s hard to find a girl who loves football in Taiwan. That’s why I feel grateful to meet one here, not to say how sweet this girl is. Your love for BVB and Milli reminds me of my love for Atelti and Grizi. They are quite the same. Being disappointed but we never give up on them, right Lisa? And all those gifs you made, the way you support your team, is something I want the most from a football fandom (tho I still haven’t download PS because I’m too lazy skajnskj) also you are the one that writes journal related to football, like print some players’ photos and puts some thoughts on it, which makes me so happy because I’m not the only weirdo doing this👀 Anyways, thank you for always being there for me when I need someone to talk in Chinese😜 Much love to you 💙

@hazantowifey :

Potato’s wife, sometimes I really want to punch your face when you said cruel things about football but sadly😂 I can’t, because those are the truths, and you help me accept it. I will never forget that day you commented below my post saying that I’m important to you. Like, I’m shocked because we didn’t really have a lot of conversation but you already regard me as your friend. I still can’t believe it really happened to me😭 You can never make me mad, because you always know how to make my heart go like “aww” by sending me Kepa’s gifs🤦🏻‍♀️ And I HATE you for that. Hope one day we can meet in real life. Maybe go to THE 1975’s concert or a football match, Belgium vs France, so you can wear your Hazard’s jersey and I can wear my Anto’s jersey😜 I’ll look forward to that day to come. Much love to you💙

@leroysanei

My dearest 🐰 , the one that sent me messages first when I need it the most. An important person who always knows how to cheer me up. A person who will send “good morning” to me. A person that truly regards me as a real friend in her life. You take a big part in my heart, 🐰. No one can replace you. Your kindness is the reason why I opened my heart again, to make me believe that there are people I can trust on this site, to make me believe there is someone who will understand my feelings even tho they didn’t know me before🙏🏻 Except for talking about football, I love the time when we share our lives more, oh but maybe also when we are pouring our love for Kepa janskjnskdj🙈wow I really drag you into it I’m 👀 so proud of myself. Your reaction when you said you wanna dance with him in the rain, gosh this is the cutest thought EVER (oops I’m exposing you again 😬). You’re such a clever, independent woman. You’re much more amazing than you expected. Anyways, 🐰, thank you for becoming my best friend in life. Much love to you 💙

For the last one, it will go to my forever soulmate @footballffbarbiex

The one that joined me from the beginning of this journey. The one that has saved me from depression over and over again. We have been through many hard moments and shits together, which others will hardly understand. There are a lot of times when I only sent you a simple sentence, but you got it all. I don’t really have to explain anything you just know me too well. I don’t know why I’m so lucky to meet you in my life, to have you as a friend, a family. Besides being my soulmate, you’re a blessing to this fandom. First, I love your writing, a lot. You have to admit that you’re so talented at this part. That shhhh seires? Masterpiece. That Kepa’s one shot? Masterpiece. I won’t go on for the smut ones because that will expose myself ajsnjnaksjn😜 Second, you have a great interaction with your readers. You listen to their opinions, talk to them and always being so nice. We should all be grateful for those beautiful works you’ve provided to us. Third, you always care about our feelings and always being so respectful to everyone. You deserve love and love only, Amy💞 Words will never be enough to describe my thankfulness. But meanwhile I’ll never stop saying this, thank you, for being one of the most important people in my life. I’ll love you forever and ever💙💙💙

At last, thank you all those who came to my blog and left some sweet, kind messages. Thank you all for liking my stuffs, giving me encouragements or sharing your thoughts with me. It literally means a lot to me🙏🏻

It’s such a pleasure to be on here and I sincerely hope I can bring more joy and positivity to all of you in the future 💙

Love you guys so much,

Steffi

#2k followers appreciation post

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aspiratinganxiety · 6 years

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Christmas Dinner Part II

The much awaited final chapter of the Christmas dinner prompt! This is pure fluff with a delectable finish, if I do say so myself. The first part of this fic can be found here.

I am so sorry that I had to repeatedly bump back the post date for this piece. You guys were so excited for it, and I swear that I got it to you as soon as I could. I’ve had a couple of weeks with a new job and some stuff that needed to get done around the house for the change in season.

As always, I am grateful for your patience, and I would love to know what you think of my work!

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"Just make sure to act... ya’ know.... natural. Like we willingly spend time with one another romantically. Also please, please do not take Jason’s bait. He’s always an especially bitter pill during these parties. I don’t know why. It’s just like, one of his things. One of his many things. Oh! And remember-”

“Christ on a bicycle, Tim!” you interrupt him, patience completely evaporated. “I know how to be a girlfriend. I’ve been in more relationships for an amount of time that totals longer than your go with Stephanie. I know all the weird quirks with your family, even Jason. I understand what jokes not to make. All of my major etiquette lessons were from Alfred himself, and I don’t drink. Won’t make a habit of it in front of Bruce as an underage date to the only son functioning as a public figure for Wayne Enterprises. I get it. I know. Chill the fuck out and get off my back, or I’m going to punch you in your bird throat.”

Usually, you do not threaten violence to anyone, especially people as kindhearted as Tim. Jesus God though, 45 minutes of his frantic dictation about your expected behaviors and you’re ready to strip off your bribery gown, roll out of the moving car buck-ass naked, and hoof it back to your apartment in the snow.

You have enough anxiety of your own, poured into a buh-jillion dollar dress that was made to push your boobs up to your chin and mold your butt into some kind of evergreen-colored peach. You can barely walk in your shoes, you’re wearing jewelry that cost more than your education, you are terrified that Damian might mistake your fake fur for the real thing and try to murder you on the spot, and the flower crown braided to your head is made of poky pine twigs, baby pine cones, and glittery sugared berries that are all working together to make your scalp itch worse than the week and a half you spent fighting a colony of lice in the fourth grade.

Fucking Lacey Whitaker and her four-feet of infested hair...

In short, you want to die and you haven’t even tried to lie to Batman yet.

“Wow.” Tim blinks, mouth scrunched into an unimpressed line.

You sigh, hanging your head. “Tim, I am not going to punch you. That would be unkind and, frankly, a stupid move on my part.” You shake your head. “Not a fight I can win.”

“I’m honestly less offended by the punching and more hung up on the bird throat comment.”

You cut your eyes at him, incredulous. “Yeah, well, that scarf isn’t exactly doing you favors.”

He balks, jaw falling open. “Okay, first: you must be going blind. Francisco hand delivered all of the accent notes for my attire, including this scarf, so that I would match your dress. The one that you picked. The one that is on your body this very minute, if you would recall. The botanical embroidery is even consistent. So, yeah.” He motions to the fitted portion of the gown that can be seen hugging your thighs below the hem of your fluffy false fur coat. “Second observation: you are hella’ mean when you have The Anxiety, and I did not intend to fan that flame.”

“Well, you’re hella’ bossy when you get nervous. Not a great combination to be crammed in a sports car together.”

“Noted,” he says, pulling the scarf looser.

The rest of the drive is somewhat tense as you both deeply question your life choices and rehearse the practiced cover story about first dates and whatnot. The sidewalk that leads to the main entrance of Wayne Manor is mercifully devoid of ice, having been flawlessly scraped and salted ahead of time. Alfred greets the two of you with a broad smile and ushers you into the bright, impeccably decorated foyer.

“Happy Christmas,” he says, looking down at you in his warm, if distant, way. “Aren’t you a sight, Miss?”

You acknowledge the compliment as Alfred hangs Tim’s coat and scarf, ducking your head in an awkward cross between a nod and a bow, frantically trying to peel the fur coat away from you before Damian gets a look at it.

It is then that Tim sees the bodice of your dress for the first time. He stares, too struck by the full effect of the incredibly intricate, fitted garment to be ashamed that he is staring. The gown envelops you tightly from your bust to just below your hips, flowing seamlessly into rounded pool of silken fabric at the floor. Delicate lacework that echos the embroidery running throughout the piece act as wide, gossamer straps that tip over your shoulders and dive into what the cut of the dress would indicate to be a deep hemline baring a good portion of your back. With the high notes of red in your wreath, on your shoes, and staining your pretty, pretty lips, it’s hard for Tim to decide if the incredibly flattering silhouette created by your gown is more provocative than the contrasting, complimentary colors of forest green and holly-berry red that work to draw eyes up and down your body, then back up again... and down.... and up.

It is Alfred’s voice, chastising him, that breaks Tim out of his awed silence. “Take her coat and put your tongue back in your mouth immediately, Master Timothy.”

“Right!” he says, closing his eyes with a nod and stepping toward you. And again quietly, he almost sighs, “Right.”

You hand him the fur, somewhat confused. Meeting his eye, you attempt to convey a look that asks whether or not he’s begun acting. After all, it’s only Alfred, and you both knew that there was zero hope of convincing the brilliant Englishman from the get. Tim was relying on the gentleman’s steadfast discretion to allow him this Christmas of peace from his brothers.

Your initial reaction to Tim’s obvious admiration isn’t playful banter or a controlled taunt, as rehearsed. Rather, you are overwhelmingly flattered and suddenly battling an absolute tidal wave of uncharacteristic bashfulness. Heat burns in your cheeks from more than the rush of blood brought up by the warm house as you pass off your coat. Tim seems genuinely embarrassed too, as he avoids touching your hands and keeps his body far from you, using the full length of an outstretched arm to snag the outerwear. The left side of his face is crumpled in an apologetic wince, and the expression cuts clean through you. The bubble of your sheer delight implodes into a million little radiant drops as you try to decide whether or not the wince means he regrets having found you an attractive sight.

That is not how boyfriends who enjoy your dress behave. Tim’s presenting a friend reaction, a friend who is afraid of having objectified or offended you. You steel yourself against the rush of anxiety that previously dimmed your flattered reaction and accept that you are gonna’ have to hem this tattered patchwork of a plan all by your lonesome if it’s going to be believable.

The Red Robin’s body language indicates that he’s all but thrown in the towel here at the door.

And so, you take a deep breath, unfolding the neat, tidy little booklet of repressed feelings that you’ve been harboring in the pockets of your heart since you were 15, and you let yourself smile at him.

Really smile. The way you do when his back is turned. When his woefully dedicated or unimaginably funny words are in text. When you know it’s safe and no one will see the way that you smile for Tim.

Your lips curve up a bit wry, teasing but encouraging. Teeth flash, a porcelain sign advertising your giddy joy and the silly sense of eagerness you allow yourself to feel, all-too-easily engaging the fantasy that this is a real date. Your shoulders half-shrug, and you catch the perfectly manicured nail of your ring finger between the knuckles of the opposite third and fourth fingers, running the corner of your thumbnail beneath it. The gesture is a nervous, fiddling one that communicates that damnably predominant shyness creeping up again.

You keep his eyes too, pegging him with an expression that communicates all of the softness and the intensity that you’ve been fighting to hide for so long.

Tim goes stone still, like he’s been struck by lightening and his brain decided to exist stage left for intermission. He stares at you, staring at him like he’s answered some kind of prayer by grabbing your coat.

For a brief, breathless moment, he feels like Gods must.

He’s dizzy with the sensation. It echos from his temples through his skull, then all the way down to every toe. A reverberation of unmitigated glory as delivered by the expression of someone he loves.

Nobody has ever looked at him that way.

Not even right after he saves their life.

“Heavens,” Alfred mumbles behind him, a shared note of awe in his voice.

Tim jerks, having completely forgotten where he was, why he’d be there, or that other humans who weren’t you existed at all.

The older gentleman relieves Tim of the coat, casting a prideful, knowing look over the much younger man. “I’ll just take that. Everyone is socializing in the parlor. Go on to the party, and I will call when the dinner preparations are in order.”

Tim, grateful that Alfred habitually motioned both of you toward the heavy mahogany doors that lead into the front sitting room, realizes that he somehow lost all memory of the manor’s blueprint. He also cannot recall the name of Damian’s dog.

“Well,” you say, waiting until Alfred bustles away before leaning toward him with a much more contained smile. You nod toward the parlor, a curl falling from its place pinned to your crown.

“Uh,” Tim delays, closing his eyes and giving his head a quick shake. He dares to step closer to you and carefully brushes at the strand of loose hair. “Actually, do you think it would be okay if... um.... well, I was wondering if you’d like the plan being that this-” he motions between the two of you. “This was less for pretend and more for real?”

He speaks so quietly that you are straining to hear him. Beyond that, what you can make out of his words seem to imply a notion that has your heart hammering so hard that it isn’t leaving any room for your lungs to expand.

You get closer and whisper more distinctly. “More real how?”

“Like, real real.”

“You are not helping me understand, Tim,” you hiss, feeling rather vulnerable and unsure.

He grins haltingly, schooling his features into a gentler expression before balancing your chin on his thumb and forefinger. Tim tilts your face up, sure to keep gauging your reaction to his approach with inquisitive looks and plenty of pauses. Your eyes flutter shut after the tip of his nose presses into yours playfully, and he angles his head to brush past the bridge of your own nose and nuzzle into your cheek.

Time stops again when you’re on the very cusp of kissing, lips together in a tickling brush with warm puffs of breath mingling between you. “Is this okay?” he asks, the press of his mouth to yours causing you to silently mirror the formation of his words.

“Uh-huh,” you answer a susurrant hum, eyes still closed and oh so excited for a proper kiss.

“Ah, crap.” Jason’s voice booming out of the parlor behind you has both you and Tim jumping out of your skins. “That’s 60 bucks to Selina, guys! Turns out Timbo and Bo-peep are an item after all. They’re kissin’ in the foyer like animals! Catwoman takes the pot.”

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The Gang. Chapter 1: The One That’s Not a First Date

A/N: Here it is folks! We started working on this idea about three weeks ago but wanted to make sure it was a fleshed out, well rounded story. Consequently we have spent the last three weeks writing and brainstorming ideas, we even had a ‘part two’ planned before we ever posted any writing. We are so excited to introduce you to our original characters, Addison and Ella. Each is loosely based on one of us and we love them dearly. Please let us know what you think! Lex was the main writer on this chapter and Adrienne beta’d.

XX Lex ( @lexilulove ) & Adrienne ( @adriennelenoir )

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August, 2016. London

Addison sat at her table in the corner of her favorite coffee shop. It was a small local place equidistant between home and work. There was a pile of books sat next to her and she was nursing her third cup. Deeply engrossed in her writing, she hardly even registered the bell on the front door ring, signaling the entrance of another patron. Addy was currently paging through one of the books for that certain quote that would support the argument she was trying to make.

Aneurin walked in the first door he could find. No one had expected it to rain that day. He did not have an umbrella, nor was he appropriately dressed for the flash shower. The heavens dumped water with such enthusiasm that in less than a minute, he was soaked. As he looked around the interior of the building he had blindly entered, he found himself in the center of a quaint coffee shop. The small room was packed, many having sought shelter from the rain same as him. He placed an order at the counter and spied a young woman at a table in the corner. It was a one of the only tables with only one occupant, however the entire surface was covered. She had a laptop, a couple of notebooks and a large stack of books. He hated the thought of disturbing her, however, hers was the only table with enough seats unoccupied. Timidly he walked over to her, finding the confidence to ask if he might share the space.

“Excuse me miss…” A soft melodic voice pulled her out of her deep concentration. She glanced up to see a man standing before her. He was average height. Taller than her she reckoned, but at 5’2 it was hard not to be. He had dark curly hair that was drenched. In fact, as she took in his appearance, she saw that he was soaking wet from head to toe. She glanced out the window next to her surprised. When she came inside it had been a beautiful sunny day. She hadn’t even noticed it had started raining, but as she looked out into the street, it was pouring.

“Hi…” She said. A little confused by why this stranger was talking to her. Then she looked around the shop. The surprise rain storm had pushed people in off the street and there were no more tables left.

“Would you mind if I share your table? Just until the rain lets up” The man asked. She was intrigued by his accent. He was definitely from the British Isles, but she couldn’t quite place the specific part of the country.

“No not at all,” she responded “Here, just let me move some of these books.” She reached across the table and slid the large stack into the chair next to her. American, eh? Aneurin could hear it in her accent.

Aneurin thanked her and sat down pulling a book out of his bag and sipping from his steaming cup. Addison quickly reverted back into her state of deep concentration, not registering the goings on around her. This also means she didn’t notice the way the man opposite her kept looking up from his book to study her. At first it was just quick glances. But after a few minutes he abandoned his book all together in favor of watching her. She had her hair tied up in a large, hastily thrown up top knot, it was brown, a deep chocolate color. And her skin was soft and pale, her lips a dark pink. She almost reminded him of Snow White. He couldn’t put his finger on why, but something about watching her was enthralling. The way she bit her lip in thought. The way she furrowed her brow while paging through the books piled up beside her. At one point, she stopped typing for an extended period. She sat quietly staring at her laptop screen, she almost looked like she was disappointed in her computer. Then all of the sudden she gasped, her eyes lighting up and her fingers resuming their typing with renewed fervor. At that, Aneurin had to bite back a laugh. He decided he needed to talk to her.

“Excuse me, but can I ask what your working on?” She looked up at him a little startled. “Um… sure. It’s just a proposal for my dissertation.” She said it like it was not a big deal. Like it was an everyday occurrence for her. But, Aneurin supposed, that if she was sitting here writing a dissertation, then it was indeed an everyday occurrence in her life.

“Dissertation?” Aneurin responded, hoping his tone conveyed how impressed he felt.

“Yeah, I’m about to begin working on my PhD in art history at a university here in London.” she responded casually. Again, Aneurin felt like she wasn’t giving herself enough credit. Getting your PhD was a truly impressive accomplishment.

“What is your proposal about?” Aneurin questioned further. “I’m Aneurin by the way. Aneurin Barnard” He added, and as an afterthought “Most of my friends call me Ni.”

She finally glanced up from her work, truly looking at him for the first time.

“Addison Meyers. Most people call me Addy.” She smiled at the parallel. “Are you sure you want to hear? If I get started, I’m might not stop. Its a bad habit I have” She smirked slightly to herself, remembering those times her roommate, Ella, would make comments like “Oh here she goes again” any time Addison would start talking about her work.

“Well, seeing as it doesn’t look like this rain will let up any time soon, I’ve got more than enough time.” At this point Aneurin was ready to beg her to talk to him. He didn’t know why, but he just wanted to hear her voice.

Addison considered him for a moment. She was slightly taken aback by the intensity with which he looked at her. She had just assumed he was questioning her to be polite, but looking at him now, she thought he might truly be interested.

She sighed, hitting save on her laptop and closing the lid. “Alright man” she chuckled, “you asked for it. So, I’m a modernist specializing in 19th century Europe. France specifically. Do you know what Haussmannization is?” She paused to allow him to answer. Ni shook his head. “Well basically in the mid 19th century a guy named Georges Haussmann completely renovated the city of Paris. Paris as we see it today has only looked that way for 150 years, give or take. And then in the midst of the renovation….”

Ni did his best to pay attention to what she was saying. Mentally taking down questions to ask later. She was currently saying something about the psychological side effects of Haussmannization and how the Impressionist painters of the time depicted the changes in the city. If he was being completely honest, he didn’t quite understand most of what she was saying. He just knew that watching her talk was even better than watching her work. The longer she talked, the more animated she became. Her speech became faster, her hands started gesturing, seemingly of their own accord. It was like she was so excited to be sharing this information that she no longer had control over her extremities. And her eyes. Her beautiful hazel eyes sparkled. Every once in awhile she would laugh at herself and her eyes would adorably scrunch up, the sound leaving her mouth pure joy. In the midst of her speech her hands reached up and pulled at the band keeping her hair in place. Aneurin watched as what must be nearly two feet of hair fell from atop her head and fanned over her. From where he was sitting he could tell it reached all the way down to her lower back. He wanted to touch it. It looked so thick, it had a beautiful shine and a gentle wave. It looked so soft! Stop it Ni! You don’t even know this girl, you can’t touch her!! Now pay attention! He berated himself.

Before he knew it, her tone signaled the end to her speech. “So that’s basically it.” She paused, gauging his reaction. “And you are probably regretting asking me about it. That’s five minutes of your life that you are never gonna get back.”

“No, no, no,” Ni immediately hated the way she put herself down like that. She was captivating, and she needed to know that, he needed to tell her that. “That was incredible. I’ve never met anyone who was so passionate about their work. Or at least work like this. How do you remember all of that information? It’s incredible!!” He was trying to control his outburst, not wanting to scare her off.

His compliments were causing her to retreat into herself, she never knew how to respond when people showered her with praise. “Well thank you. I don’t know how I remember it all. But I have dedicated nearly a decade of my life to the subject so…” She let her sentence hang, hoping he would let up on the compliments.

Ni could tell that she was trying to end the conversation. He wanted to keep her talking, he needed to get to know her more. “Well Addy, clearly you are not from around here. What brought you across the pond?”

She laughed at his phrasing. She sat quiet for a minute, studying him. Half of her brain was telling her to be careful. She didn’t know this man. He was a total stranger, she should be careful not to give away too much information. But the other half? The other half was telling her about the undeniable connection she felt with him, and reassuring her that the look on his face portrayed his intentions to be innocent and genuine. The later half was screaming louder and eventually won out.

She started telling him about her childhood best friend Ella. The two had always dreamed of moving to London together. After they finished their undergraduate degrees, Ella started working at the English Embassy in the US and Addy had gotten her Masters degree in Art History. After finishing her Masters, Addy was looking at PhD programs in London. She started seriously considering applying, and in turn encouraged Ella to see if there were any jobs she could work in London.

“And it was just like the stars aligned. Ella’s transfer to the London office got approved, and I got accepted to the PhD program. So we took the big leap and made the move. We’ve been here for about two and a half months. She started her job right away and is crushing it! I’ve spent the summer preparing for my TA position. I’m going to teach while working on my PhD so I’ve been writing syllabi all summer.”

Ni was about to ask her what courses she was teaching when Addy’s phone dinged. She glanced down at it and mumbled a quiet “oh crap”. She looked up saying “Sorry I have to go, Ella and I planned a girl’s night and I’m late.”

She started hurriedly packing up her stuff when she paused. “I feel so guilty, I spent this entire time talking about myself. I know nothing about you”

Inside, Aneurin was practically dancing with joy. The fact that she felt bad about monopolizing the conversation hopefully meant that she was at least slightly interested in him. Outwardly, he kept it cool. He decided to take a risk. “Don’t feel bad about it. We can just talk about me on our second date”

She stopped dead in her tracks. “Second?…” She look confused.

Ni sent her the cheekiest grin he could muster. “Oh come on, corner table of a quiet coffee shop, romantic rainy day. This was definitely a date.” He winked at her, hoping that would convey his joking, yet serious intention.

She was quiet for a second, and then with a coy smile she exclaimed “Nu-uh!! This does not count, that’s not fair!! It can’t be a first date unless both parties agree that it is a date in advance of the meeting. You can’t just spring that on a girl!!”

“So does that mean if I asked you on a date, you would say yes?” Ni asked hopefully.

He adored the slight blush that crept up on her face. “It might. But I haven’t decided for sure yet.” She responded.

“Well can I have your number? I can’t ask you out if I have no way to contact you.” She took his phone and input her number, texting herself so she could get his as well.

She finished packing up her stuff and stood. Aneurin straightened up with her, realizing for the first time just how many inches he had on her. She stuck her hand out, “Well Ni, it has been a pleasure” she said smiling. “Yes Addy, it has” He took her hand, knowing she expected a platonic hand shake, and instead, turned it, bending down to place a chaste kiss on the back of her hand.

Slightly flustered, Addy withdrew her hand and muttered a quick ‘bye’. She walked out of the coffeeshop leaving Ni behind her grinning like a fool. He knew she would definitely say yes.

Addy meanwhile waited until she was just out of sight of the shop, and then began sprinting home. She could not wait to tell Ella all about the charming boy she had just met.

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dragon-of-sapphire · 7 years

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I posted this on Reddit HFY but I wanted to share this story here too. I thought people might enjoy it.

We don’t know what happened to them, for several hundred orbits of the local star system we’ve been looking at their ruins trying to decipher their history, culture, science and much more. Much has been discovered but we’ve still only scratched the surface of mountain of knowledge. For example: what we once thought were several separate alien societies turned out to be all one alien culture. How such a wide spread and advanced species vanished without a trace is a mystery.

One of many things that troubled us is that their written language seems to have hundreds of variations, many don’t even seem to relate to each other. In fact, this was the primary reason why their society had been so difficult to comprehend.

One such written language I’ve taken up to decoding looks deceptively simple, and is found across all their territories but for the longest time, I had found no key to decode it. On the surface, it looks incomplex, just circles, dots and lines placed upon a bar of lines going across the width of paper, but I suspected it was vastly elaborate as I have come across various texts that go from a few simple dots across a few bars to hundreds of various dots and lines all stuffed onto several connecting sheets filled with bars; these dots are not even bound to the bars as they can sometimes jump high above it or far below it.

Further, I had found other glyphs and symbols I had no way of discerning why they are placed where they are. The only thing I knew about this script is that it has been paired with other scripts of their written language. I’d even found identical sheets of these scripts paired with different scripts. I was almost sure this was a universal script for them, and if I could decode it; perhaps we’d have a key to decode all the other scripts.

One thing that had given me aid was a discovery a colleague of mine found, an ancient recording he was able to recover. This in its self was a breakthrough since most of their technology holding their nonphysical records is still inert and this small recovery was a miracle. Our fields of study don’t cross but what he discovered, in fact, did.

This colleague decided to wait until more people had the time before it would be viewed. I was among that group with others from various fields. Once we viewed it, what we found on it was the recording was a ritual of some sort. There was a large gathering of the aliens depicted in a room facing a podium, and on the podium, were a few aliens facing the crowd, one held a tool of some sort and the other was dressed in red with floral decorations. Then, all of a sudden, it started. The one in red spoke in soft and somber voice and I was in awe that same moment. The one holding the tool used it to make sounds that complimented the other’s spoken words in a harmony I never before experienced. It was, for lack of a better word, spell binding.

The moment they had started they had me trapped in trance. What I heard was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and it invoked powerful emotions in me. I felt as somber as the alien’s voice and I dearly wished I could hold my life companion in that moment, as if I didn’t do so soon, I never would again. Against all reason that said otherwise I pulled a holo-tab from my pocket and sent him a message telling him I needed to see him that night and that I loved him. There was an aching in my chest that didn’t leave until he finally replied a tic later assuring me he would come and asking if anything was wrong. I didn’t respond because, at that moment, I wasn’t sure. When the ritual finally ended, the emotions it conjured lingered in me. I looked upon the group to find everyone else was similarly affected, one of us even openly wept.

We watched it several more times, out of diligence and study, though we took several tics to recover ourselves and prepare our emotions better for it. One thing I hadn’t noticed before, flowing across the bottom of the recording, was a script being highlighted as the one in red spoke. A script I knew another colleague of mine was translating. Since this was his script, I forwarded the recording to him; with apt warning of its contents of course.

After the discovery of the recording, more attempts were made to recover the nonphysical information with some success but nothing new for my field came up after a cycle and my translation attempts still turned up nothing. Until my colleague whom I sent the first recording to had sent me back a few scripts with some additional notes he made. He had found a script sheet containing the words the alien in red had spoken; that was not all however. This script he sent had also contained the language I was trying to decipher, and another he was sure it was paired with. He couldn’t understand how they were related at all, so he jotted down his hypothesizes and sent it back to me. One script of mine was paired with his, yet the other wasn’t paired with any other type of written script. This wasn’t all that unusual, since half the time, my script came unpaired with others, but his notes insisted they went together. What puzzled me was that we only heard the one alien speak. If he was correct then I was missing something.

Cautiously and after long emotional preparation, I had returned to that recording of the alien ritual to review it with the scripts I received, hoping to glean any sort of incite. When it began again, I still felt a twinge in my chest, but I was able to focus. I had followed along as it spoke, both upon the recording and the sheet I pressed my primary digit to. Following my colleagues notes I could vaguely see relations from his script to its spoken words, I also saw a connection between his script and mine as it spoke but I could still not see how they translated. In the end, all I ended up with was frustration, I was still no closer to figuring out my script or how it was used.

I knew in the back of my mind there was a connection. Something in me saw it, but I just wasn’t sure what it was. My eyes drifted over my script once more, I had noticed that the dots and lines corresponded to timing along the bar, I didn’t know why. I saw each word the alien had spoken had also ran along with that timing but it didn’t make sense. I was at my wits end and about to throw everything off the table until my eyes landed upon the second unpaired yet related script.

My colleague was sure they were all together for a reason, and I had no other lead to go upon, so once more did I watch the recording, following the untranslated script. There were more dots and circles to follow but somehow, they fell in with the timing of the spoken words. Not wholly, but I could agree with my colleague now that they all did belong together, though I was still unsure why. When the spoken words had paused, this script had continued and at first, I couldn’t understand. Nothing was being spoken but as my digit steadily continued along the script something else was still keeping pace with each dot.

The realization hit me like a wave. The sounds coming from the tool the other alien was using, corresponded with each circle, dot and line on the page. As the tone of the tool grew and fell, so did the dots and circles rise and fall across the bar. This script didn’t translate words, it translated sound, and from this sound was the emotion imbedded in the ritual.

I jumped to my other untranslated scripts sitting upon shelves and shelves dedicated to holding them and took the nearest one to me. It was a short script and simple compared to the one I was currently reading. It took several re-watches of the video to gauge what the script said, but with a little focus, I could hear it in my imagination. It was humble in comparison, yet a happy sound, childlike. The next wasn’t as easy to imagine, but it was exciting and vibrant, and yet another was entrancing, and another soothing, and another fear inducing. I felt so many things just reading these scripts.

Then I stumbled upon two copies of the same sheet, but each was paired with different spoken scripts, one belonging to the same colleague as before, the other belonging to someone working upon the other side of the planet, and I was struck by another realization. It was a universal language. It conveyed emotions, emotions that we could relate to. They had paired these emotions with the words to speak them and they shared these emotions across their languages.

This…

This is how we came to understand a bit more of what they left behind. This script for sound, for raw emotion, changed everything. It’s imprecise but if we can translate something from one spoken script and find it pared with mine and another untranslated spoken script we can learn more of what we don’t understand.

I don’t only mean it’s changed our understanding of them, it’s also changed us. Thanks to my discovery, my people have eagerly embraced a part of an alien culture long since lost. We have adopted this script they created and have begun writing our own sounds. We have embraced the tools they used to make resonate. We have poured our voices into their echoes and made our own. We’ve become a little bit like them. This sound, this…music, we can’t escape it now, it’s a part of us.

Now, like a line in that first song.

Maopopo kuʻu ʻike i ka nani

[I realize your beauty]

Excuse my poorly written idea, it was just stuck in my head all morning and I had to get it out. It should be simple to figure out what the first song is, but if anyone is wondering what I had in mind for the second song discovered, I was thinking Twinkle, twinkle little star. The rest I didn’t give much thought to.

#Humanity fuck yeah #Music #Aliens #notes #sound #Aloha oe

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thedefinitionofbts · 7 years

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Our First and Last (Ch. 11)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 | Ch. 9 | Ch. 10 |

Ch. 11 | Ch. 12 (Final)

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (MAIN) | Park Jimin x Kim Taehyung | Jung Hoseok x Min Yoongi | Kim Namjoon x Kim Seokjin

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Soulmate Au, Scifi

Words: 2.8K

“Dr. Park, I’m actually feeling a lot better these days.” Jungkook says as he’s sitting across from Jimin, back in the office that he’s come to know all too well.

“Oh, how so?” Jimin says, raising his eyebrow and pretending that he hasn’t noticed Jungkook’s change in temperament. The latter’s attitude has improved so much, and Jimin would be blind to not notice he looks less worn out recently too. Although the signs on the outside were unmistakable, Jimin was still trying to be cautious, not wanting to jump to conclusions before Jungkook actually voiced his inner feelings himself.

“I feel more alive…shit that sounds gay….” Jungkook looks down and huffs a laugh. He bites his lip, trying to think of the best way to explain because he was never the type to be good at expressing himself or opening up, since he’s been an expert at bottling up his emotions for years now.

“Jungkook” Jimin says softly. The young neurosurgeon raises his eyes to look into Jimin’s. “Whatever you’re comfortable telling me.”

Jungkook takes a deep breath, and explains the changes in his mood that he’s experienced. He finds that opening up gradually becomes easier the more you practice, so he reveals more to Jimin than he had originally planned. He starts off with telling Jimin he wakes up with more energy in the mornings and feeling like there are actually things he looks forward to each day, but most importantly, his dreams don’t consume his life anymore… and neither does his research for that matter.

“That feeling of searching has faded hasn’t it?” Jimin comments after Jungkook has fallen silent. He’s looking at the neurosurgeon and low-key admiring his visuals, which if Taehyung found out might just throw a fit. But Jimin likes this side of Jungkook because it reminds him of Taehyung, both of them having the habit of initially hiding behind hardened shells that cover up their kind and pure hearts. And seeing Jungkook’s true personality come out was the epitome of his inner beauty finally on par with his outer.

Jungkook nods slowly, clearly still submerged in his thoughts. “Which is the part I don’t understand.” He says. There’s confusion in his voice, but it’s faint and almost indecipherable. “Because I haven’t found anything, and yet it feels like something has filled the void.”

“Sometimes it takes time to realize that you’ve come to the end of your search” Jimin says, making Jungkook look up and meet his eyes. Although he’s physically larger than the pink haired psychologist, Jungkook feels small at that moment. “Don’t over think it, just follow your heart.”

Jungkook raises his eyebrows and his lip curves upward. “Didn’t think a psychologist would say a cheesy line like that” He jokes. It’s lighthearted and playful, another side of Jungkook that Jimin is witnessing for the first time, and it makes his face flush a little, complimenting the pastel color of his hair.

“Hey, I panicked ok?” Jimin jokes back. His eyes turn into crescent moons as he laughs. Jungkook joins in, nose scrunching up and bunny teeth peaking through his upturned lips. The two medical professionals have this sort of bonding moment that would’ve seemed impossible when they had first met.

“I feel comfortable in her presence” Jungkook finally says after the laughter has died down, referring to you. Jungkook thinks about the time before he met you and when the smallest things used to irritate him, now it has come to his attention that maybe he was just lonely and looking for someone to fill that emptiness. “I know this sounds almost cheesier than your previous comment, but half of me wants to believe she might be part of whatever I’ve been looking for all this time.” And even though he thinks that Jimin is just going to tell him that that’s the power of love, which is what any normal person would probably say anyways, but the pink-haired psychologist, to Jungkook’s surprise, doesn’t.

“It’s true that only one person could’ve done that.” Jimin says after taking a moment to decide the best way to reply. Taehyung’s counting on him to guide Jungkook, and he’s not going to mess it up now that Jungkook is so, so close. He looks at Jungkook with an expression that is uncharacteristic of his usual playful self, like he knows something Jungkook doesn’t but is waiting for Jungkook to figure it out on his own.

“Jung Hoseok! Open this door right NOW!”

You bang on Hoseok’s apartment door. That little shit was pretending he wasn’t home when you know for certain he’s in there. It was 8am on the day after the set-up with Jungkook that he planned, and his car was still in the parking lot. There’s no way he’s not home.

You hear the lock of the door click, and Hoseok peak out the tiny crack of an opening. He still had the chain lock hooked on so you wouldn’t be able to push the door open and barge in.

“Let me in” You say, narrowing your eyes.

“Only if you promise to not kill me” Hoseok squeaks, still gripping the door tightly, as if he was afraid the chain wouldn’t be strong enough to hold you back should you decide to use brute force to push in.

You sigh. “I’m not going to kill you.”

Hoseok hesitates, trying to read your expression, attempting to identify your true intentions.

When he finally lets you in, you immediately tackle him and tickle him all over, causing him to drop to the ground in a fit of laughter.

“Don’t you dare put me in that sort of situation ever again” You warn as you continue to tickle his squirming body underneath you.

“Ok , ok, ok” Hoseok says, begging you to stop. You finally release him after deciding you’ve tortured him enough.

“So why’d you do it?” You ask as the two of you are just lounging on the couch in Hoseok’s messy living room. Setting up a date like that was uncharacteristic, even for a goofball like Hoseok. You’ve know him all throughout college, and you know he’s not the type to go out of his way like that just to get you on the dating scene, and of all people, he wouldn’t have chosen Jungkook for no good reason, because you had previously made it perfectly clear to him that you weren’t going to consider it.

Hoseok sighs and proceeds to talk about Yoongi and a date they went on a week ago.

“He was drunk the other night, and started spilling all kinds of things about Dr. Jeon. He really cares about him, you know. I could hear it in his voice. “ Hoseok stares blankly at a coffee stain on his carpet that has almost faded, but is still noticeable. “He told me about how Dr. Jeon struggles with his emotions. How he dedicated his life to figuring out who that person who constantly shows up in his dreams is. How he basically gave up living a normal life because of that desperation. And now I know how the dude finished the MD-PhD program at such a young age. I personally think it’s taken a toll on him. Yoongi was telling me how much he secretly struggles and all that.” His voice is steady, but you could hear the subtle pain and concern coating his words.

Hoseok looks up at you and sees the tears streaming down your eyes. “Hey, Y/N, it’s ok. Yoongi says he’s gotten better recently,” He says softly while handing you a tissue.

You didn’t even realize you were crying. It’s like all the emotions welling up inside of you had just manifested as salty fluid that was escaping through your eyes.

“Sorry, Hobi, I don’t know what went over me” You sniffle, trying to hide the fact that everything he was saying was breaking your heart into a million pieces.

“The reason I was so adamant about you and Jungkook was because Yoongi said he’s noticed changes in his mood every since you joined the lab. And you know, I just thought…” Hoseok trails off, probably uncertain of what to say next.

You lift your hand and place it gently on his shoulder, conveying that you understood. Hoseok has always had a kind heart. He was literally the personification of sunshine itself, and you always knew he couldn’t stand seeing people suffer and not do anything about it when he knows he can help out in some way. You knew that Jungkook was suffering from internal turmoil, but you didn’t know it had affected him so deeply. You had always made yourself believe that you loved him more than he loved you because he always seemed ethereal and too good to be true, but now thinking about how you had considered giving up so easily, when Jungkook had been trying so hard to hold on to even less than what you had, makes you feel almost unworthy of his love. And it wasn’t the fact that he loved you enough to search for you against all odds that made your heart clench in your chest, it was the fact that he never let go of you, just like the way he held your hand by the lake so long ago.

“How has Jungkook been recently?” Taehyung asks as he’s lying in bed waiting for Jimin to join him.

“He’s doing so much better. He’s so close that I almost just want to tell him.” Jimin’s voice comes from the open bathroom door where he was still brushing his teeth.

“You must let him discover his fate naturally,” Taehyung says firmly, knowing that it was their jobs to guide and not force. Because although emotions like love are strong, unbreakable, and seemingly everlasting, it’s also vulnerable at the same time. Once it’s gone, it never comes back between the same two people. Like when you lose your feelings for someone, how could you ever expect to get those same feelings back? Everything changes, and this chaotic universe does not wait for anything or anyone.

“That’s why I was very cautious,” Jimin says as he turns off the light and crawls into bed next to Taehyung. The temperature under the sheets is warm because of the warmth radiating off of Taehyung’s body, a sensation that makes Jimin feel so incredibly good. “I’m more worried about Y/N. She’s the one who has to deal with the uncertainty.” Jimin lies on his back and stares at the ceiling.

Taehyung hums in agreement, also wondering how you are doing. Since you discovered the reason behind your vivid, emotion filled dreams after the surgery, you had stopped having therapy sessions with him, so he wasn’t updated on your situation any longer. But one thing he knows for certain is that things were definitely not easy for you, having had first had experience himself. “Do you know what it was like to call out for you and realize you would never come back?” Taehyung says after a moment of silence. He holds back the tears welling up in his eyes as he recalls the multiple times he was searching for Jimin only to be let down by the cruelness of life.

“I know.” Jimin voices softly. “It’s a loneliness that makes you feel so powerless. Like wanting something you know you’ll never have.”

“And even when you came to me, that euphoric happiness made me even more afraid of losing you.” Taehyung says as he scoots closer to Jimin on the bed, the latter does the same, allowing Taehyung to wrap his arms around him. “Sometimes I would cry until I felt numb because my emotions were so overwhelming.” Taehyung buries his face in Jimin’s fluffy hair, which smells faintly of his citrus scented shampoo, and Jimin leans into Taehyung, feeling the firm stability of his comfortingly soft chest.

The two of them just lie quietly in the dark, not needing to exchange anymore words because they both understood each other’s feelings, having been each other’s only comfort for what seems like centuries. Lying on the bed that they share and hugging each other tightly under the faint glow of the moonlight through the window is all they could ever do in moments like these, because this kind of physical proximity was the closest thing to forever.

“So I’ve recently come up with a new hypothesis that extends upon my original research on cognitive perception and consciousness, and I’ve reached out to a theoretical physicists who studies parallel universes.” Jungkook says as you walk into his office. He was still holding the Physics magazine in his hands and looking at an article in it, making you wonder how he was even able to notice you walk in.

It never fails to surprise you how easily he makes it seem to just go back to this sort of professional relationship once you’re back in lab. He doesn’t even bring up the events that happened over the weekend, nor does he attempt to. Yes, you’re well aware that acting professional and putting on a mask is what he does best, but the with the way he treats you sometimes, you can’t help but wish he would at least allow you to help in some way since Hoseok has already told you everything. Maybe make it easier for you to tell him what you know, but what do you say when you’re still so confused yourself?

“But Dr. Jeon, what do parallel universes have to do with perception?” You ask knowing he’s probably going to say something along the lines of “parallel universes have everything to do with perception”, but you still wanted a clear explanation because you didn’t know where Jungkook’s mind was running off to this time.

He smiles and looks up from the magazine.

“What is perception?” He asks, looking at you and waiting for an answer.

“Umm, do you want me to write up a detailed report on it?” You bite your lip, hoping that Jungkook won’t take the question as a sign that you’re lacking basic neuroscience knowledge, but what does he expect when he asks an open ended question? Does he want to test if you understand the underlying mechanisms, the cellular processes that contribute to it, the parts of the brain involved, or does he want you to take a more psychological approach to describing it? All of that could take hours to explain.

“No, just the basic definition” His voice cuts through your jumbled thoughts.

“Perception is the organization, identification, and interpretation of sensory information” You reply without hesitation.

“Yes, and so what if there are things that our neurosensory systems could not pick up?”

“Then the circuit would be missing a vital piece of the first level.”

“So vital that it would completely hinder any other process in the later levels.” He finishes. “Or so, that’s what physicists believe.”

You ponder over the things that Jungkook has just brought up. Yes, it makes perfect sense that your brain wouldn’t be able to perceive things that were invisible to all of your sensory systems, but hasn’t it been established that selectivity mechanisms in the brain also play a role in perception? Like your brain can choose what and what not to perceive? Just like how it constructs a reality? This was all starting to get even more confusing, and it really blows your mind how Jungkook can even make sense of it all.

“Have you heard of the famous astronomer Kim Seokjin?” Jungkook voice snaps you back to the reality that is his office and you standing in front of him, most likely looking very confused.

You shake your head.

“I read his most recently published paper, and it sparked a new idea. It’s already commonly accepted that we live in a multiverse, a collection of possible universes flowing in parallel, but how they exist simultaneously has been heavily debated.” He pauses, waiting for you to absorb the information he has basically just thrown up in the air. “We’re talking universes where the laws of physics are different and where matter isn’t made up of atoms but some other type of particle that is unable to interact with those in this universe because it is off by some minute degree in the fabric of space-time, which is why we aren’t able to sense and thus perceive it.”

“I’m sorry Dr. Jeon, I’m not too familiar with theoretical physics.” You say, after realizing everything that just came out of Jungkook’s mouth has completely flown over your head.

He smiles again, this time standing up and walking towards you.

“I’m visiting his lab tomorrow” Jungkook says. He hands you the magazine he was reading. You look at the man on the front cover, broad shoulders and extraordinarily handsome. Man, what’s with all of these intellectuals being so visually attractive?

“You should come” You look up at Jungkook, realizing that you’ve been staring at the cover photo for a little too long.

“Oh, O-ok”

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#bts fanfic #bts scenarios #bts angst #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #kim taehyung #park jimin #vmin fanfic #jung hoseok #min yoongi #yoonseok #bts soulmate au #angst and fluff #scifi #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #namjin

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receptiondesklove-blog · 4 years

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13 Best Hair-Raising Salon Marketing Ideas

1. Offer Referral Discounts

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allmymisters · 6 years

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It's a Matter of (Ty)me.

Photos taken from Facebook. I didn't have any of us together, we were too involved in talking and having a laugh about things.

I'm no stranger to tragedy. Anyone who knows me, knows what I've been through. You were there in a time when I was healing and you were a big band-aid in my life. The universe often connects me with those people I'm suppose to know, to learn from, to be inspired by, to admire and you just happened to be handed to me. It was one evening in 2011 at Havana 59, we stood in a circle of familiars, you and I only strangers to each other. It was a matter of time that we discovered that you were the one who filmed the benefit concert for my then husband. When I told you, I had not seen such video, you guaranteed you'd have it to me that week. You made me laugh a lot that night and you made a memorable impression. I thought it was strange that we never met, but isn't that how it goes, you meet people at different arcs of the circle. You gave me the video the next week as promised and that was the beginning of our story.

You know when you are shopping for your next car and all of sudden it is the only car you keep seeing on the road? That was you after that initial meeting. We kept running into each other. You frequented the pub more than before and we'd see each other at various events. We exchanged a lot of time and conversation back then and maybe a date or three. I remember sitting on the stool and you just looked over at me and said, "I like you." Just absolutely free and simple. You had this ability to compliment me in such a way, a very honest, but charming kind of way. You saw shadow where I saw shade. I liked the way you looked at things and I was excited by our intellectual exchanges on film, travel, music and general observances. You said things like I thought them. I liked how dry you were in your delivery, but it was always followed by a smile, said oh so sincerely. You and I, although we disagreed on some things, never broke friendship and you introduced me to people who have become a regular part of my social circle..

"I like the way you smoke. It's very French," you shouted to me randomly one evening across the bar. I had never been complimented on my smoking style, but it is something I've always paid attention to with other people. You were always good like that. You had this, spontaneity about you that was accompanied by this "what do I have to lose" look. There was a confidence about it that was attractive and fun.

You were this comfortable person in my life. One I felt very confident in releasing secrets to, while you snickered and added your own. I could call you and I knew you'd pick up. You helped me with rides, with lost jobs, and with potential suitors (best wing man ever) and with the eventual breakups (always their fault). You spoke of your family often and with fondness and was interested in mine. I always had a blast sitting around with you and Ryan, just shooting the shit. I remember meeting your father at Union Market one afternoon and it made me smile to know he was as sweet a man as you were. I know it was very hard for you to lose him. You were this kind bear in a forest of, then, mediocre friendships.

I pride myself on being intuitive. I'm usually right to a fault. I tend to sum up people pretty quickly and I can be quite vocal about it. You were better at it. You had the ability to see texture to my surface. There were three women who I encountered during our friendship and although I had some colorful things to say about them, you just straight up told me I was wrong and then proceeded to point out these interesting traits about them. Those three women have become my friends over the years and as it turns out, smarty pants, you were right! How could I be so wrong!? That was you though, you had perception and you had vision. We spent hours talking about work and creative projects. We wanted to work with each other on so many things and we talked about it endlessly, but isn't that the thing about time?

I was not prepared for this. When you look at all those words scrolling down the screen, it's hard to decipher what is real and what has been designed for our vulnerable minds. Kitties, doggies, babies, beaches...death. Death. It comes so abruptly sometimes. You blink and then you realize that all you have is an image. A photograph of history, moments, events, words. And then you hate yourself for not calling more, for not texting a date for a hang, for not...knowing.

As I write this, I'm still in shock. You would think that this was a common occurrence in our graduated years. The initial aloofness of yet another acquaintance "celebrated" in Facebook scripture. You were not that my friend. You were special and so much more. You were always saying I was cooler than you, but the truth is you were cool effortlessly. I would see you sometimes with worn face, tired eyes, and a relentless schedule, but you always showed up for me. You worked hard and were dedicated to what you did. I've had such a hard time putting this story together because memorializing you, now, is just weirdly incorrect. It's like it doesn't fit here. There are no words to convey my emotional state here. I'm just so sad I will never get another hug from you, another conversation, another compliment, more tyme.

As Sarah and I sat chatting, I felt like you were right there in the room listening to us, smiling. I could almost hear you say, "I like the two of you like this." Panning the room, getting the shot, us in and out of sorrowful moments, the way we had positioned ourselves on the couch, like girls who were having a sleepover confiding in each other, heads leaned on the cushions, listening intently. You love it. I know you do, especially because you were right about her.

You can stop smirking now.

I will miss you so very much, Ty. The world will miss you so much. I'm so very, very sad. I really can't even fathom not seeing you again and it breaks my heart. I just keep staring at our last text. We never did meet up and I too, thought of you often. I'll always have the Roosevelt, the pub, our movie nights, Cards Against Humanity, and those old photos with those long locks. I'm even thinking about having a soda today or a gin and tonic and you know I am not a fan of those. I will miss the beautiful, kind, sincere, talented person you were. You will forever be in my heart and adored always. May you have peace where you are, may your memory shine in others, may your work be praised, and may your smile be etched in the hearts of all who knew you. You were by far one of my favorite people.

My love and light go out to Ryan and Sarah and both families. To lose someone so suddenly is a shock no one should have to experience. Alas, we do not know when these things will happen or why. They just do. Another arc in the circle. Harshly. Aggressively. Untimely. We find strength in knowing that they will not be forgotten, that time will become our comfort, and that the support of others will allow us to heal. May you all find the time to be with each other and cherish those moments, if you truly care about those in your life who mean something, take a moment and give them a call, send them a text, meet up for a coffee or a drink, don't abbreviate their existence, they deserve full sentences. You may not have next month, week, or tomorrow for that matter. We say these things all the time about getting together and always in these times, but when you think about losing people or family who matter to you, isn't it worth an hour after work, a babysitter, a 20 minute drive. Friendship is not for the lazy, it is for the living. Rest in peace, Ty.

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groovyturtlepeach · 7 years

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How Jukin Media is Leveraging Original Video Content After Viral Success

Here at Tubular Insights, we’ve covered a lot of digital video executives and professionals in our “Day in the Life” series. Experts from the Weather Channel to the BBC have weighed in on what their days are like working in the video industry, and how they managed to grow successful YouTube channels and develop killer video strategies. But now, one of the brands we featured in a previous “Day in the Life” post has perked our interest, as it’s standing at a very interesting crossroads in its day-to-day operations.

Jukin Media, a publisher known for its viral video licensing and distribution business model, has launched its own production studio and announced its intentions to delve into original content. What will that look like when the brand is so closely tied to user-generated content and popular YouTube channels like FailArmy and The Pet Collective? We asked Jukin Co-Founder and Chief Creative Officer Josh Entman to shed some light on this new initiative.

Jukin Media and Original Video Content

Tubular Insights: What are your primary responsibilities/goals each day, or your new responsibilities as they pertain to the original content production push?

Josh Entman: As Chief Creative Officer, I oversee all creative development for the company, which includes franchises on our owned-and-operated properties, branded entertainment and commercial productions, and original episodic series for TV and digital.

TI: Can you give a breakdown of the original content push and how this ties into your newly-announced production studio? We’re mostly curious about how these initiatives evolve/change or compliment your current business model of viral video licensing.

JE: If you look at the core function of our business from day one – to source and acquire user-generated video content – nothing has ever changed. We have been, and always will be, at the epicenter of social video content. But, what we’ve done really well, and perhaps what’s gotten lost in the external buzz around our popular viral videos, has been our ability to utilize UGC videos in the creation of longer-form programming.

We’ve always emphasized the importance of owning the entire lifecycle of a video, from discovery to distribution. Certainly I believe we’re the gold standard when it comes to those functions. But I’m just as bullish about our ability to craft original stories captured by everyday individuals. That’s what this is about.

TI: How did Jukin decide to move forward with its own production branch?

JE: Many people don’t know it, but we’ve been producing content for a long time. We’ve always looked at our original content/production business as being defined by the following: IP ownership, global distribution, audience segmentation, and conveying narrative through the lens of users.

We’re extracting user stories and packaging them in ways that resonate with audiences. Because of our core business, we have access to the most amazing library of source material and a direct relationship with every content owner we represent. I think that sets us apart and puts us in a unique position to challenge the status quo and offer a new perspective on how this content should be developed and programmed.

TI: What statistics can you provide on how popular Jukin’s content is, and how that may have tied into the decision to make original content?

JE: As we’ve grown the business, we’ve done an amazing job at cultivating a global community around user-generated video. With over 70 million fans and 2 billion views per month, it’s a natural progression of the entertainment we provide across social media every day. Just as our audience has evolved, so has our desire to offer them premium content experiences.

We’re not going to suddenly change and start investing massive amounts of money into costly productions without a return. It’s not who we are. We invest in people to make this happen. Without them, I’m just drawing up blank ideas on a whiteboard.

User-based storytelling is what drives global communication. It’s no longer an option, but a necessity to operate and connect amongst your peers. It’s what has rapidly made Snapchat and Instagram and Facebook such a large part of the video ecosystem. And it’s probably why they all decided to call their version of the product, Stories.

I‘m confident in our position and where we sit in the larger conversation. We are UGC. We live and breathe it every single day, and have done so for the last 7 years. That cannot be overstated. We know it. We study it. We absorb it. There are still no other companies packaging short-form into longer form in a meaningful way. That’s a gap in the market and we’re going after it.

TI: What does the development process look like for Jukin’s new originals?

JE: Like so many other development teams, we are swimming in a sea of ideas that populate our board. But a key differentiator for us is the content acquisition machine that powers Jukin’s backend. The videos that come through our door every day provide some of the greatest source material imaginable. And we’re constantly sifting through them for new talent discovery, creative direction, and ingenuity that allows the overarching concepts to be uniquely Jukin.

There’s a notion that so much content is being built strictly for millennials. I don’t necessarily think that’s the case. I like to think we are unequivocally dedicated to mobile-first audiences and platform efficiencies in our development. So no matter where we pitch in the buyer ecosystem — TV or digital — each project is focused and optimized for consumption patterns and user behavior.

TI: What’s your biggest challenge as you expand Jukin’s original content initiatives?

JE: Converting a mindset. Most people still view us as a clips business or the “viral video guys.” It’s a badge of honor certainly, but a misrepresentation of where we are today, and where we believe this is going.

While there’s an undeniable clip element to our business, we don’t view these as merely clips. And neither should anyone else. These videos are truly the building blocks of broader storytelling; a raw, unfiltered representation of the amazing moments captured by people just like you and I. It’s our determination to dig deeper and re-imagine what longer-form, user-based entertainment looks like across all of these platforms.

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TI: Why do you think Jukin will be successful with original content?

JE: I think we’ve already seen a great deal of success, and now we’re simply investing more resources behind it. We’ve already developed and sold seven series, and produced well over 200 episodes of linear and digital programming.

Having said that, no one can guarantee success in this market. It’s a crowded room with tons of companies vying for buyers’ attention. What I like about us, and what I think is a crucial differentiator when looking at our contemporaries, is that we own and control all of the content we acquire. We’re not an MCN. We’re not a group of talent managers. We’re not a traditional publisher or production company. We’re in the IP business. And that makes our studio model more legitimized than most of the folks out there who are launching these divisions left and right.

Without question, I’ll always bet on our ability. It comes with the job and title. But I’m proud of how we’ve approached and attacked the different sectors of our business. We’re calculated, we’re thoughtful, and we’re rigorous in our intent. Original content is no different. I’m more excited at our ability to test these methods and offer up new experiences, to always address the ‘Why Jukin?’ It’s a challenge that we accept and will continue to attack day in and day out.

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How Jukin Media is Leveraging Original Video Content After Viral Success

Jukin Media and Original Video Content

Tubular Insights: What are your primary responsibilities/goals each day, or your new responsibilities as they pertain to the original content production push?

TI: How did Jukin decide to move forward with its own production branch?

TI: What statistics can you provide on how popular Jukin’s content is, and how that may have tied into the decision to make original content?

TI: What does the development process look like for Jukin’s new originals?

TI: What’s your biggest challenge as you expand Jukin’s original content initiatives?

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TI: Why do you think Jukin will be successful with original content?

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How Jukin Media is Leveraging Original Video Content After Viral Success

Jukin Media and Original Video Content

Tubular Insights: What are your primary responsibilities/goals each day, or your new responsibilities as they pertain to the original content production push?

TI: How did Jukin decide to move forward with its own production branch?

TI: What statistics can you provide on how popular Jukin’s content is, and how that may have tied into the decision to make original content?

TI: What does the development process look like for Jukin’s new originals?

TI: What’s your biggest challenge as you expand Jukin’s original content initiatives?

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TI: Why do you think Jukin will be successful with original content?

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